Dropping Knives

Two weeks ago David and I started our Bradley Child Birth Class.  As an introduction, we went around the room and each person had to say something interesting about themselves.  My mind went blank.  Am I the most un-interesting person I know?  When my turn came, I blurted out, "I'm clumsy, and I'm really concerned for our child."

Cut to one week later.  I was in my parent's kitchen preparing an appetizer.  I needed more counter space, so I decided to carry the flimsy cutting board I was using across the kitchen.  Doesn't sound so bad except for the fact that I placed a very sharp knife on the cutting board, prior to moving it.  Knife slips off the board, nearly cuts my toes off and sticks straight up in the wood floor.  Oops.  Don't tell Dad.  Anyways, I wanted to show my sister a re-enactment of me jumping back to avoid the knife.  In the process of the re-enactment, my socks slip on the wood floor and I fall face first, hitting my belly on the ground.  You had to be there to fully understand the situation.    

OMG.  The baby!!  The horror!!  After doing some major research and watching for signs of trauma (i.e. vaginal bleeding, leaking amniotic fluid, abdominal pain, uterine contractions, etc.), I think the baby is ok.  We learned in class that the baby is cradled in an incredibly shock-resistant womb.  Baby is protected by amniotic fluid, tough membranes, the flexible/muscular uterus, and the abdominal cavity which is made up of muscles, bone, and fat.  Apparently it would take quite an accident to penetrate the fortress. 

BLAH.  I have to be more careful.  I also need to start padding everything in our house.  With our genes, this baby is going to be doubly clumsy.