My quest to be covered

So as I'm progressing in this pregnancy, I find that I'm growing quite a belly, combine that with a very long torso and I'm growing out of my maternity shirts at an accelerated pace. I've looked for cute shirts at the stores, but continually find ugly, short, or to get a size to fit my tummy, way to big for the rest of me shirts. I have a plan, I can sew. Now I know the days of sewing your own clothes are way gone, but really what option do I have? Well I guess I could go with that mu mu I almost bought at the mall the other day, it fit fine, but looked a little too much like something my grandmother would wear, so on the rack it stayed. Anyway back to sewing, I head to the fabric store with my little boys in tow. I find some great stretchy fabric and proceed the the line for cutting...it's long, I take a number. Number called, I hand over my carefully chosen fabric and begin debating how much I'm going to need. One yard? Two yards? The nice cutting lady asks me what I'm planning to make. A maternity shirt I tell her, "well you shouldn't need much, you look nearly done to me. Why make a maternity shirt at this point anyway?" "Actually" I tell the lady, "I'm only six months pregnant, I'm not due until July." At this point I'd like to interject that in the future I'll be lying to all strangers I meet, it will save me time, embarrassment and the humiliating looks of pity! Prompted by the look of horror on her face I try to help her understand my situation by saying that I'm having 2 babies and still have a ways to grow. She yells "TWINS?" Why is it that this simple word attracts so much attention? I'm suddenly bombarded with questions from all sides (remember the cutting counter is quite crowded with customers waiting to be helped) "Do twins run in your family?" "Did you conceive them naturally?" "How much bigger do you think you'll get?" "Do you know what they are?" At that point someone notices my other little nuts, sitting quietly in the cart next to me. "Are these yours?" "How old are they?" I respond, and again get that look of horror. "You're baby's only 14 months old and you're having two more?" "You're going to have 4 children 3 years old and younger?" Finally the conversation turns as it always does, "I'm so glad I don't have twins" or " I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy" or my personal favorite "my aunt's brother in law's wife was pregnant with twins once and the most awful thing happened...." I always stop listening at this point, I can think of enough things to worry about with my twin pregnancy without getting help from others. I try to smile and nicely answers their questions, but mostly want to just forget the fabric and run from the store. Needless to say I got my fabric, my new shirts fit great, and I finally have something to wear without my tummy poking out, but even so I'm not sure it was worth it. Well one thing I can tell you is, yes, I'm probably going to get a lot bigger. Yes, I am going to have 4 kids 3 and under. Yes, they are all going to be mine, I wouldn't give one up for anything. And no, I wouldn't wish this on your worst enemy either, I'd only wish this on my best friend, sister, or anyone else I think deserves this wonderful experience!