This afternoon I braved the cold and the crowds and did a little Christmas shopping. As I was circling the mall parking lot for the 4,000th time, I noticed a spot on the first row that everyone was passing up. When I pulled closer, it was like the Heavens opened up and an angel came down and put a magical sign in my own personal parking spot.
“Parking for Expectant Mothers.”
I paused for just about half a second and ran through my conscience real quick and when no red flags went off in my head, I pulled happily into the parking spot. It was truly awesome. Awe. Some. And when I came out of the mall hauling my loot in heavy bags, I had only to stumble a few feet and there I was at my car. Awe. Some.
When I got home I ran to tell Chris about my good fortune.
“You can’t park in those spots!” he declared. “You’re not an expectant mother!”
“Of course I am,” I argued. “I fully expect that this pregnancy will lead to motherhood.”
“Yeah, but those spots of are women who are expecting to be mothers, like, next week.”
While I truly hate to admit when Chris has a good point, I can’t deny that he does make a lot of sense. What if some poor woman was driving around, 9-months pregnant, trying to get her Christmas shopping done on her way to the hospital and I took her parking spot?
On the other hand, I have spent the last 4 months throwing up, sleeping, laughing and then crying hysterically. My ankles are swelling, I feel like I have 20 pound weights strapped to my chest, and I’m putting on weight by the day. I’m exhausted. Doesn’t that mean I deserve a front row parking spot?
I just don’t know. Normally the Good Deed Meter Reader in my head cues me in to the right thing to do (or at the very least alerts me as to what is the WRONG thing to do…) but I’m coming up empty on this one. I just don’t know.
What do you think? Can someone who is 4 months pregnant park in expectant mother parking?