Reply #5: A LOOOOONG Time Ago I got PLOWED by a pickup truck.

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I was rounding a curve to the outside and he on the inside curve, only he did't curve. He slid right into me, fairly fast. I'd just dropped my husband off on a trip to Dallas (we were in Pittsburgh) before I was to catch a plane the following day to meet him for Christmas at his folks'. I was about...ohhh...eight weeks pregnant with our oldest son.

That blasted Greg Lake Christmas carol that goes something like "They say there'll be snow on Christmas/They say there'll be Peace on Earth" was playing on the car radio, and all I could see was that truck driver's face as he lost control, coming toward me in slllooooowwww motion. After he drove a wedge into the front of our old Citation (I hate Citations) he got out and I rolled down the window. "Are you okay?" I said "I'm pregnant" and I swear he dman near fainted away right there.

I realy was okay, though it bruised and scared the bejeezus out of me. The wildest thing was that I got to hear my boy's heartbeat for the first time in an ER. He's 26 now.

So yeah, be careful out there. The car you plow could be somebody's mother.