Pedalling while pregnant: The good, the bad and the ugly

Yup, I did it.

Sporting a big, pregnant belly, I hopped on my bicycleto commute to and from work in downtown Ottawa nearly everyweekday, right up until my maternity leave began in my ninth month.

Many of you are probably thinking, who cares?And I couldn't agreemore.

But some peopleout there really do seem to care about pregnant people on bikes, and a couplewent to weird lengths to let me know just how much.

First, the context:The commutewas a total of just under 20 kilometres a day, 16of them completely segregated from vehicles, on beautiful paths through the Central Experimental Farm and alongthe Rideau Canal.

I go quitefar out of my way for the benefit of thismuch safer, more enjoyable route, and it was awesome.

Medical team approved

Pregnancy is different for everyone. For me, it was a breeze. I didn't get sick,didn't swell up, didn't overheat, and my back and joints didn't ache. I was very, very lucky I know it can be really hard on some women, through no fault of their own.

I did haveto stop running four months in because ofpelvic pain, butcycling wasthe perfect no-impact exercise to replace it.Both my midwife and family doctor gave the green light.

Even on late summer days with the humidex approaching 40, I always felt great. I bought a bike that letme sit upright,so I wouldn't be kneeing myself in the gut.I listened to my body, and I took it easy.

On the days I wasn't able toride due to poor weather, I generally felt worse. For me and again,it's not the same for everyone the exercise felt wonderful.

The reactions

The vast majority of the drivers, cyclists, pedestrians, runners, skateboardersandrollerbladersI passed either didn't notice that I was pregnant, or didn't care. When I did get reactions, they were mostly quick glances at the belly followed by big smiles.

A few times, the eyes went big with shock andfollowed meas I passed. Some people pointed at me, and a few times they made eye contact and shook their heads in disapproval.

Only twice did any of thatnegativitybecome bothersome.

One morningI was stopped at a red light onBank Street downtown, and a taxi driver pulled up beside me and rolled down his window.

"You must be very brave to be out on the road," he said, butthe expression on his face indicated he didn't think it wasbrave at all more like the worst thing a pregnant woman could do.

I tried to politely tell him I spend very little time cycling in traffic, but he rolled up his window before I could finish.

'Get off the f--king road'

Another afternoon, I wasnear the Central Experimental Farm, waitingfor the light to change on busy Fisher Avenue after I had pressed the button to cross.

There was a car next to me with the windows down, and I noticed the man driving it was staring in my direction. I thought nothing of it, gently rubbing my belly as the baby kicked a little.

The light finally turned, andas I began peddling,the car next to mehit the gas and turnedright his turn signalhadn't been flashingvery deliberately cutting me off.

"You, get offthe f--king road!" the man inside screamed at the top of his lungs.

It was terrifying. Our wheels were inches apart when I slammedmy brake. I pulled over to the sidewalk, butby the time I looked up, thelicence plate was obscured by other vehicles.

I note with interestthat both of those negative experiences involved menwho didn't know anything about my pregnancy, or about being pregnant in general.

Irresponsible, or OK?

I've covered enough horrible crashes involving bikes and vehiclesto know that I'm taking a risk every time I get on the road, but I'm also a confident, longtime cyclist who has learned from experience toassume any vehicle could take a hard turn into me at any moment.

Getting to and from work is a risk, no matter how you're doing it by bus, by car, by bike, even by foot pedestrians get struck by vehicles, too.

What do you think? Is it irresponsible to bike while pregnant, or is it OK?

Sound off in the comments below.