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I was just thinking of this and wondered if anyone would care to comment.

When I was pregnant a lady saw me in the mall and came up to me and just started to preach to me. She asked questions about the father and if I was keeping the baby and all this other stuff. And she kept touching my belly without permission. She kept praying and preaching, that god has a plan and all the usual stuff, but this went on for a good half hour. I tried to walk away, but she followed through an entire store! Finally I got away. She gave me her phone number so I could call her and tell her when the baby was born. I didn't. I did not even know this woman. I was very uncomfortable in the whole situation. I just stayed quiet and tried to get AWAY! I don't mind if people want to preach a few minute something, but if you chase me through a store that's way past my line. She was nice, but it creeped me out. But I should add I was 17 with a huge belly, so maybe she assumed something worse was happening.

Has anyone had anything like this happen? Why would someone do that to a complete stranger?

I've had folks follow me around campus preaching at me (thankfully not at my current university), I found I was too polite to tell them to back off, and when I got growly it only made it worse.

Some of them genuinely believe they are saving you, as they have been saved, from a path that will lead to your ultimate damnation.
These people make alot of assumptions about you based on your appearance, and sometimes the few questions they might ask you. I've not been pregnant as you were, but they still touch me on the arm, the shoulder, and once on the thigh, as someone who finds physical contact with strangers distressing I can't tolerate that sort of personal space invasion.
Mind you, I've been watching pregnant women I know, and have noted that people in general seem to be drawn to touching baby-belly's and babies.

Back when I was a very devout Christian I had a random lady come up to me in wal-mart and call me an angel and asked me if I liked to write.. I said I did because writing is one of the main things I enjoy doing.. she then proceeded to tell me that I was going to write something that wuld strike a cord with other angels like me.... I don't know if this had to do with what I was wearing (the usual all black attire) or what... I find it even more odd now when I look back on it because I am no longer a christian....

actually, my father has a Triquetra on his arm, and each one shows the name of one of his blood children.
What's incredible, is that each of us reflects a different part.
I would be the mind.
The middle brother would be the body,
and the youngest would be the soul, or spirit.
I just wanted to throw that in there 3nodding

I've never had strangers come up to me and preach, but people I knew reasonably well would just start off on me.
Once, I was visiting a family friend's lake house, and one of the adults heard a joke I tole (nobody else saw a problem with it) and said, "We'll have to discuss this whole evil thing."
°My sister wasn't my biggest fan when I was born, so she always joked: "Where there is Cat, there is evil." Well, the evil thing stuck, and he knew the back-round, but he still felt it necessary to preach for half an hour about how God is the only way....all that kinda stuff.
I get that a lot lately...

I go to church with a lot of them, so normally when random people come up and pray for me I know them. XD I've seen it work in a good way sometimes though, like my brother ended up praying for someone outside a Wilson Farms because after talking to her for a bit he found out her husband had died and her faith was weakened. I think she was crying a bit when she left, but she seemed grateful.

Anyway if a stranger did it to me, I'd probably thank them, and start witnessing back to them if it was someone of a different belief. If they believed what I did I'd just explain I was born again and they'd probably move on.

Back at the first house my wife and I lived in, we had missionaries coming up on me in the yard and knocking on my door all the time. I lived on a street with like 6 fundamentalist churches and it got out we we weren't christian. I got one or two of those pricks a week. At first I thought it kind as they think they're just trying to help me, but it got old after a month or so. So I started being straight with them about my family's faith, to which I was informed that they were aware we "worshiped the devil" and that's why they came. It never stopped while we lived there, even though I had a cop buddy of mine (he was atheist) chase them off, and even got physical a few times. The witnesses stopped coming though when I invited a pair of them into my very asatru home. After they ran out like the devil was on their heels they never came back.

I came to realize in those two years that missionaries, street preachers, and zealots, are not trying to be kind and save you. They are disturbed and are in a constant frenzied state of mind in constant need of religious validation. The only reason they do what they do is because they feel that other religions leave open the possibility that their religion is wrong, so they seek to do away with them.

I know pregnant women get it a lot, but if they ask it's different, at least to me. And I'm one of the people who doesn't like physical contact unless I am initmite with that person. I'm just weird. I don't even hug my mom. And this lad ydefinitly seemed to draw her own conclusions from the few questions she asked. I hate that.