They work. Front, side, back. All in proper working condition. Or at least, they were.
I'm ok. Baby's ok. Car... very much not ok. My poor pretty new car. 
I was driving home from work yesterday on my lunch break. I was on a side road about 1 mile from home, and it was covered in packed snow. Some *** *** *** ***
(guy #1) in a pickup pulled out in front of me from a road on my right.
There was an oncoming car, so all I could do was slam on my breaks and
swear. I hit him right about at my passenger side front quarter panel,
bounced off him, slid sideways into the oncoming car (guy #2), whose
front end slammed right into my door, then I slid back across the road
and hit the snowbank. Not fun. I don't think I'll ever feel the same
about pinball again.
I totally panicked. My airbags had blown up, and my steering wheel was
smoking. I thought, "OMG! My car is going to start on fire and blow up!
I have to get out! NOW!" Total panic, which is not how I would picture
myself to handle a situation like this. The crunched door was hard to
open, and the side airbag would not deflate, so I had to crawl under
it to get out, not even noticing the broken glass all over me.
I got out into the street and started bawling. Baaaaaawling. All I
could think about was the baby. Guy #1 comes out and is all, "Aww, I'm
sorry! Are you ok?" Duhhhhh. I was crying so hard I could hardly talk.
All I could get out was "I'm pregnant!!! Wwaaaaaaaa!" 
He mumbled on
about something and I swore at him about the stop sign, which he had
driven right through. He did feel bad, but I was so pissed!
Guy #2 was an older man, probably 60s-ish. He used a piece of my door
trim that had fallen off to scrape some of the glass off the road. Poor
guy saw the whole thing coming at him and there was nothing he could
do. His Jeep didn't look too bad, though. He must have had a cell
phone, because his wife came walking down the road from their house.
Guy #1 had a cell phone and called the police, then let me use it to
call DH.
When DH pulled up, he was pissed! Not at me, but he totally wanted to
kick guy #1's you-know-what. I was scared but also kinda smiling inside. He's
never been protective of me like that before. He's more of a "you can stand up for yourself" kind of guy. It was fine, he just yelled at him a bit, like WTF dude?
We sat around and waited for the cops to come. My wrist hurt, but that
was about all I could feel. I got burned when the steering wheel airbag
exploded. The back of my right hand and wrist was all red and blistery.
I was wearing leather gloves, and the airbag explosion melted the
inside liner in the wrist area. I didn't know those things actually blew up,
as in fire explosion. I think if I hadn't had my gloves on, a lot more
of my hand would have been burned.
The cop came, guy #1 admitted to blowing the stop sign, and my car got
towed. DH and I went home, I put ice on my wrist and called the doctor
to see if they thought I should come in. Of course they did, so DH had
to take a sick day and bring me in.
We were sent up to a room in Labor & Delivery for observation. I
got to wear a wonderful little gown and nothing else. They hooked my
belly up to monitor the baby's heartbeat and contractions.
The nurse took FOREVER to find the heartbeat, which totally freaked me
out. Once she left the room, DH was like, "Worried there for a
minute?" Me: "YES!" DH: "I know. I was thinking of all the ways I could kill
that guy." Awww. Another proud protective daddy moment. Hee hee! We both laughed.
I had Braxton Hicks contractions regularly, anywhere from 2-4 minutes
apart. They aren't painful, but it feels really tight, like I have a
bowling ball in my belly. It's normal to get them occasionally, but
when they're regular, that's bad. And to top it off I was starving! I
never got to eat lunch, and they wouldn't let me eat at the hospital in
case I was going to have to have an emergency c-section. I finally got
to eat at 5:45, and I felt so much better. I wolfed down every last
bite. The contractions lessened a lot after that.
To make sure nothing got torn/detached, I had another ultrasound, and
again, the baby would NOT let us know the gender! Come on, kid, I've
had a bad enough day already. Can't there be something positive? Nope.
Not gonna tell. This kid's going to be born grounded. 
I was hoping they'd let me go after 6 hours, but no such luck. They
made me stay overnight. It sucked. That stupid bed was so hard. I was
starting to get sore and stiffen up, and a hard bed does not help. I
was uncomfortable all night. Every time I changed positions, the
monitor thing wouldn't pick up the heartbeat, so an alarm would go off.
I didn't get much sleep. And I missed my Rupey snuggles.
I feel better today, and they let me go around 11 am. My jaw, neck and
back are sore and stiff. I have a bruise on my left elbow and knee. My wrist
feels better, all the blisters have flattened out. It's still red and
tender, though.
I'm glad I'm ok, and the baby is ok. I'm just so bummed about my car! I
know it's just a car, but it's the first new car I've ever had, and
I've only had it since May.
Tomorrow DH & I have to get things figured out about a car for me
so I can get to work next week. My car was towed to a body shop that
gives free loaner cars. But I'm not sure what the policy is if the car
is totaled. We stopped by the Sheriff's Dept today but the police
report wasn't filed yet. My auto insurance said that guy #1's insurance
would be contacting me. I have no idea how that stuff works. I want
enough to pay off my car and have a down payment for a new car. I'm
also losing 2.5 days of work. I hope I don't have to hire a lawyer.
Ug. Craptastic.