Oh god isn't that the truth. I had what is still frequently referred to as my week from hell when I was 3 months pregnant. I tripped in the hallway and managed to give myself a black eye on a door knob, slammed a door on my hand to get bruises across my knuckles the next day. Then finally, 3 days later, the piece de resistance-- I slipped going down the stairs at our apartment and my husband grabbed my arm to stop my fall. Needless to say, the ER to reset my shoulder (with his fingerprints bruises on my upper arm) and my visit with my OB to check to make sure the baby was ok were incredibly awkward. Those injuries, days apart, on a pregnant woman usually only mean one thing. I ended up having to switch OBs because she just couldn't get past it and was permanently extremely cold to my husband.