*I then proceed to walk into a different aisle, only to have her follow me*
Her:You look like you're about to pop any second!
Me:Thanks, you too.
Her:Do you know what you're having?
Her:What are you having?
Her:Do you have a birth plan?
Me:Look, lady. I don't want to be rude, but I don't know you. I don't even want to talk about this with my friends, much less you. I'm not going to ask you how many bones you've broken or how many cigarettes you've obviously smoked this morning. Just because I'm clearly pregnant doesn't mean that's an open invitation to ask me about it.
*I walk away*
*She stands there in silence for a second, then follows me again*