In these kind of situations my ego is usually bruised more than my body. I have to say, I'm pretty klutzy. When I was pregnant with "D" I was wearing high heeled boots just innocently walking into church when I lost my balance, started to fall and rolled down the sidewalk while the bag and binder I was carrying went flying different directions.
The "husbird" always seems to be there when I find myself face down on the cement. A couple of months ago while walking to church he literally caught me mid fall. I don't think he trusts me to walk in heels on my own anymore.
On another note, I love wee riders.
What a great invention. I'd like one for every "nestling." They could all be lined up behind me like little ducks in a row. Although it's probably a good thing that's not possible because if it were they would have all been splayed out all over the sidewalk and scraped up when I/we crashed.