Fell and sprained my ankle at 6 months. Landed on my side.
I fell again on campus (down a flight of stairs, pushed from behind by a bunch of idiots who were late to class) not long after that...but I was feeling sorry for myself right about then and don't have a good recollection of what time it was gestationally other than "midterms".
I fell at 32 weeks in the bathroom (full body flop...I'm not even sure how I landed because the next thing I knew I was standing up looking at my rather badly dislocated 4 fingers on my right hand) at my husband's grandmother's in Renton. Went to Valley ER...and made the decision after being monitored there in their maternity ward NEVER to have a baby at Valley. The ER was great fun though. No lie, 5 minutes after I was taken back, 30+ mental patients were brought in (bus crash from their residential home). They'd been off their meds for hours...& the staff at the facility wasn't answering the phone, so no one knew what meds to give them. Poor people. Pandemonium though. Quite literally naked people running down the aisles throwing tissue paper (like a toddler throws tissues to make it "snow". There was also a football injury (with the entire team and cheerleading squad in attendance plus miscellaneous parents & friends), and more people than I ever want to be around vomiting (food poisoning at a local german beer garden). At one point 4 hours in one of the nurses came to my curtain to "hide for just a few minutes" while she chanted "i love my job, I love my job." She then turned and asked me what I do? "Nursing School, focusing on emergecy & trauma." Actually made her choke, the half laugh/half sob, and give me a hug while swearing that it wasn't usually this bad. The maternity ward gets no slack cut to them though...they were in an entirely different part of the hospital. It was bad enough I actually filed several written complaints both with the hospital and supervisory organizations (asked my profs where to send them). The way those poor women giving birth were being treated...was...barbaric.
Oops..long story. Sorry.
I also fell about a week before my son was born (full on frontal belly flop onto the garage floor...pizza of course went flying out of the box & skittered across the concrete 20 feet away. I was stuck on the floor for about 3 hours, because my whole body spasmed from calves to neck. My husband was inside with company, and no one found me until they had to leave and they happened to go out the garage. Sniff. Nobody loves me, everybody hates me...I guess I'll go eat worms. Anyhow...I was so shaken up (and cold/cramped/miserable) I just went inside, showered the blood off, and went to sleep. Didn't even get the sand and gravel out of all the scrapes until the next day. I had a scheduled OB appointment the next day, where my midwife threatened to confine me to the hospital on bedrest until the baby was born if my placenta showed any signs of further ripping (I'm prone to placental abruptions). It was already about 50% torn away from the wall of my uterus at 6 months (about 25% torn away at 3 months)...but fortunately after the ultrasound, there had been no more ripping. So home I went for a week. <laughing> She actually walked me to my car and slapped a handicapped sign on it for the last week. As a high risk patient I was in there a lot, and she said she'd be darned if after all her hard work I pulled one more clutz maneuver and got run over by a car in a parking lot.