Showing posts with label Pregnancy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pregnancy. Show all posts

Thursday, July 3, 2008

Pregnant Parking Ticket


Have you seen the "What Would You Do?" show? It's got to be one of my favorites and I always think, "Oh, I'd totally do xyz/tell/ask them..." But would I?

I had this question racing through my mind the other night as I went to Kroger to pick up some milk with Hazel. It was about 8:20 when I left (sorry Hazel), still light out, but not a lot of people shopping so there were plenty of parking spaces. As I was unloading my cart, I noticed a man in a ginormous truck (it was like 150% bigger than a regular Chevy) stopping in front of the spot, get out, move a cart out of the way, and get back in. I couldn't figure out what he was doing, he couldn't possibly be going through that trouble to take the pregnant lady spot when there are open ones a few spots away. But he was, and he backed that thing up right into it.

I stared and half smiled at him to be sure he knew someone was watching--but really, that wasn't going to do anything and I couldn't really feel like I did my civic duty by a "knowing look."
I probably shouldn't let my heart race over something like this, but I feel bound to do things about stuff that bothers me--like calling 911 if I see a swerving driver or when I saw an oven in the middle of the road (my mom taught me how to call 911 and just tell them immediately that it's not an emergency but...). Anyway, so I decide to write him a little note that went something like this:

"Hi Sir,

I didn't want to say anything because you looked like a nice man, but having been pregnant twice before, I felt like I should. The store reserves spots for women in need to be as close to the store as possible and having been there, I know how nice this is. Please be more considerate of women in the future.

Thanks, A been-there mom."

The first time I was pregnant I sort of thought pregnant women shouldn't get quite the deluxe treatment we were offered. My real trouble was when I had morning sickness and people couldn't see that, so just having a big belly didn't seem to warrant special care. I tried to walk 3-4 miles a day (if my bladder would make it, sometimes we'd have to stop at the church which is half way). What's the big deal walking a little farther?

Until baby #2. When I was pregnant, I was a regular at Kroger because they have a few designated "Expecting Mommy" spots that were great when I had to lug a non walking to walking but not easy to reign in baby/toddler to the store with my queasiness and expanding belly and shrinking bladder. It was all harder with baby #2, because of worrying about lugging around toddler #1 and being just plain exhausted. I'm now an advocate of that special treatment, at least for moms with additional kids. Side note: I remember so many people offering me their seat on a very crowded rush-hour subway bus but I graciously declined most of the time because I'd been sitting all day, but still, the gestures are always nice.

I found several opinions on the web about this, mostly anti-sign and treatment. Here is one of my favorites
http://www.feministmormonhousewives.org/?p=329, esp comment #4.

So, tell me this:

Question #1: Would you have said or done anything, if so, what?
Question #2: Do you think pregnant women deserve extra special treatment?
Question #3: Is there a group that deserves special treatment that doesn't?

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Post Comment:

I'm a huge fan of blogs now! I have wanted to ask more people from all over what they think about things, so this is fun! I appreciate the comments and different perspectives. I want to be clear first that I think exercise is good for most pregnant women, but it's the activity that is involved here. Pushing around a large cart of stuff is just annoying when you have a big belly and low energy, so it was more just a great courtesy that I appreciated when I felt like I was going to burst. And like I said, it meant a lot more when I had a toddler to carry around as well, now I just try to find a spot next to a cart so I can plop them in there before Hazel runs away.