Disabled Parking Privileges for Pregnant Women?
After 4 children I would have been insulted by the implication that pregnant women need accomodation. And I would have added a jibe about walking being good, especially for the pregnant.

After child #5 , I would have said these words: CRIPPLING, SEARING, MIND BOGGLING ROUND-LIGAMENT PAIN. Each shopping trip contained X number of steps before the outrageous pain began. A disabled parking space would have been appreciated. If only to shorten the perspiration drenched, obscenity mumbling, leg dragging return trip to the car.

It wasn’t so bad with #6 and I’ll assume I would have passed on the parking permit.

And speaking of infanticipation......I had an X-ray of my bad hip the other day. For the first time in over 35 years I had a radiological procedure without the technician asking me if I thought I might be pregnant. Granted, warning were posted all over the room. But I would have been flattered to have been asked. I wanted to ask, between films, how old do I look? Do you think I’m over the hill? Remembering the first time I was asked the pregnancy question - as as offended virginal 12 year-old - and being told that “we ask all women from 8 to 80,” I left the radiology department not so concerned about my hip as about how old I looked.