36 weeks and 1 day Ultrasound and VENT

Yesterday we had our last ultrasound to guess Baby Girl's weight. She had a hard time measuring her head because "she's waaaaayyyyy down there, but I think I can get it", as she pushed around my pubic bone, ouch! Then she measured her waist, then femur, and voila! "She's weighing in at 6 pounds exactly." Yay! Well, I know these things can be off by a pound or two, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed. She still has some more weight to gain, but I'm not as nervous as I was before. I really don't care how big she is, I just want to be able to deliver her without stressing her out. Everyone kept saying how huge I was, even strangers, and asking if I was having twins, and "oh I don't remember being that big" (yeah, it's because you were already fat to begin with and you still are, at least MY belly will go away), and "oh you're having a ten pounder". EEEEERRRRRRR!!!! Maybe it's my hormones, but I'm getting tired of being told how big I am especially by people I don't even know! They make me feel like a cow and then I get teary-eyed and Chris has to comfort me reassuring me I'm not fat. Even on the days I feel pretty and "little" someone has to ruin it. We went to our last childbirth class and a nurse that had brought down a new mom on a wheelchair asked me if I needed the wheelchair and then proceeded to tell me that I was all smiles so I must not be in that much pain yet. I have 4 weeks to go, but apparently I look like I'm going to pop any minute. I can't imagine the looks and comments I will get if the baby waits 4 more weeks. I must be very emotional because I feel like crying just remembering all this. I'd rather stay home where my husband just holds me and rubs my belly lovingly. I'm measuring exactly what I should be measuring, her heart rate is perfect, she's healthy and happy from what I can tell, and she's measuring exactly what she should be so I shouldn't care what other people tell me, but it's hard not to get my feelings hurt. I've always loved my belly and pregnant body and was very proud of it, and I still am. It's just when I go out and I get the stares and comments that my self-esteem gets knocked down a notch. But then when I get home and sit down to relax my baby girl wiggles around (sometimes it's painful lol) and she puts a huge smile on my face. Then I get teary-eyed because I know that soon I will be able to hold this little girl that Chris and I created and I carried in my belly this whole time. At that moment nothing else matters but her health and happiness. Dang hormones!!!! I'm a sobbing mess! LoL Soooo screw you strangers that think I'm huge and having a litter! It's MY body, she's MY baby, and she's healthy! So don't worry about what doesn't concern you jerks!!!! Keep your dang comments to yourselves!!!