I was actually on the pill and wasn't expecting to get pregnant, but the day I found out from a doctor I was pregnant (6 weeks along), I changed radically: from 3 cokes a day to like 2 a week, got a second job, started eating very healthy, started following the what to expect book and attending every class I found, started putting money into a 529 for his college (oddly enough, my husband started a college savings plan for a child 2 weeks before we found out we were pregnant), no cold medicines or whatever (I almost never take medicine anyway), cut out all alcohol, drank a lot more water, changed out the CDs in my car and stopped playing some types of music that I realized stirred me up and got my adrenaline going and started playing happier music and more classical music to help me stay calm (I was a serious "road rager" back in the day but felt I didn't want my baby to feel my negative emotions and just changed how I approached things). I just kinda mellowed out, started enjoying everything, learned how to control my temper, joined a aquafit class so I could maintain exercise throughout the pregnancy, etc. My husband, mom, and friends will all tell you that I walked into the doctor's office in March 2006 and out the doctor's office a different person. I went and got a 2nd job on my way home from the doctor, and by the end of the week all the other listed changes were in affect. Husband was shocked at how "pregnant happy" I was. A lot of that ended up being changes I just maintained once I knew I actually could (for years I'd say I couldn't help it or whatever, but realized that wasn't true, I just didn't deem it necessary to change until I had a wee baby to change for). I lived my normal life and didn't think about falling though (?) and not sure why one would unless one was already accident prone, generally speaking. I didn't ride horses I suppose (ha), and I didn't climb ladders, but that's the extent of falling concerns. I did iron my belly though once....there's an unexpected accident that could happen: I wasn't used to my belly being so "out there" and I was half asleep on autopilot and while ironing, I went over my newly "out there" belly and gave myself a little scar. The good news was that my husband witnessed it, and after we both laughed about it, he took over the ironing duties on his own. I never asked that of him, but I think it amused him to do so. I wasn't going to argue!