expat, I fell off my push bike when I was six months pregnant with DD2 and chipped my elbow. I knew the baby was fine; they are well protected by all that amniotic fluid and anyway my arm took the worst. The reactions from the hospital ante-natal consultant and my GP were quite different. GP wanted to know what I was doing riding a bike (^Going somewhere^, I said) and hospital chappie, when I told him about the GP's reaction and what I had said just smiled and said, Obviously! He did tell me that I might never be able to straighten my arm again properly but humping full buckets of nappies around soon sorted that.
I was back on my bicycle after a few weeks, rode it until a few days before DD2 was born (making allowances for my altered centre of gravity), had a one hour and twenty-five minute labour, and was back on the bike two weeks later. It was my freedom machine! We lived five miles out from the centre of Edinburgh and, on a Saturday morning, when DH was at home, I would cycle into town for a bit of me time between feeds. Someone said youth is wasted on the young but, looking back, I don't think mine was.