That makes a lot of sense! (Side note, I saw a pregnancy model with stretch marks the other day. It was refreshing! I guess if most pregnant models are only 5-6 months, that might explain why they don't have any... well, that and airbrushing, probably.) I've certainly read my share of "[Actress] glowing on the red carpet, ready to pop" captions under women who didn't look nearly full-term... maybe the captioners were clueless about tummy size, or maybe they just figured an "It's amazing she didn't give birth right there at the premiere!" caption would be more dramatic? :p
Oddly enough, I don't mind strangers' comments so much... cashiers and bus drivers and so on. It's people I know slightly that drive me nuts - actually, to be perfectly honest, it's mostly people from church. We come from a small, nosy church. :p Some of the people are lovely, mothers themselves, always up for a good gabfest about placentas and labour trauma and breastfeeding, and that's fine; I've had some great conversations with one woman who had twins, and another who has some funny labour stories. But then there are people who don't generally talk to us, and who give the impression that they're checking up on the pastor's daughter to make sure she's doing things the Right Way, ie. the correct number of children with the correct spacing and correct sexes in the correct order. Which, naturally, differs from person to person. So that's fun. :p I'm probably a bit sensitive about it because of my living-in-a-fishbowl pastor's-kid bringing-up... it reminds me how everyone from church felt they had the right to come to our wedding, even if they didn't know us, because I was the pastor's daughter and they (sometimes) came to church! I know pregnancy makes you public property anyway, it's just our church seems to amplify that.
Oh well. Someone I barely knew passed along some brand-new baby shoes yesterday at church, so that was cool. And we will doubtless receive many casseroles after the baby's born, which DH will once again refuse to eat because he likes my cooking better. People do mean well, I'm just grumpy and misanthropic.