!@(parkingsign.GIF popimg: “Expectant Mother Parking Sign”)This morning (after our hour long hike at Hilton Falls with Cosmo Dawg), Cosmo Boy decided to stop off at our local grocery store to pick some ingredients for his famous brown beans. Since there were no parking spots to be found (read: one within 150 meters of the store entrance), Cosmo Boy pulled into an “Expectant Mother” designated parking space:idea:. He turns to me and says : “You’re knocked up – we can park here right?”. I was sooooo embarassed – I should have made him find another spot – but on the other hand I was pretty psyched about finally being able to use that spot. Until… this very pregnant bitch got into her car in the other “Expectant Mother” spot directly in front of ours. She got into her car and 
GLARED:mad: at us. she wouldn’t even start her car until she was satisfied that we were entitled to park there. Thankfuly I had on a VERY thick sweater – the kind with a kangaroo pocket. I stuffed my hands in there and proceeded to walk as slowly as I could into the store. I must have convinced her ’cause she pulled away without saying anything.
This left us pondering: So exactly HOW pregnant do you have to be to park in the “Expectant Mother” deisgnated spot? How do you prove that you’re pregnant? Some people get bigger than others, some women can conceal their pregnancy better. What gives that women the right to judge if we can park there or not? Or was she glaring at Cosmo Boy for not dropping me off in the front of the store and then finding a regular spot? I guess there are some things I will never know the answer to.
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When it hurts you to walk that far to the store even though you have the special spot. When you need a have a rest half way there. Or when your feet are so swollen you’ve taken to wearing your slippers shopping. When you develop a waddle.
Just sayin.
(not that you don’t have every right to park there now…but you will appreciate it MUCH more in about 4 months…maybe 5)
Marie, Let me just say you’ll “know” when it’s time to use the spot!! You’ll know. It’s around the same time your pelvis feels like it’s going to split in two and you pee your pants – just a little – with every step you
I remember one shopping trip to the mall (maybe my 8th month) where I had to stop at each bench for a breather!) LOL.
My father in law had a cane (he hurt himself playing golf, once upon a time) and looked every bit like the little old man he was.
If he “caught” somebody parking in a handicap space that wasn’t handicapped, he would waddle over there with his cane, whap it a couple of times on the front bumper, point it at them and grumble incoherently (or more, if he was up to it)
He thought it was very funny. I hope I live long enough to be able to do stuff like that.
Er, I guess I don’t have any advice on the expectant mother thing. I’m not one