Well today hasn't been the best start, but all is OK now. I put some toast on and went upstairs and a couple of minutes later, the smoke alarm went off. I casually stood up and then realised the whole damn house was full of smoke and the toaster was on fire! I literally sprinted down the stairs which was probably a bad choice and eventually found the back door keys and managed to evict the toaster into the back garden and its now smoking on the lawn. Of course I couldn't find the sodding keys and I was really shitting myself (so was the cat) The dH reckons I did the wrong thing, but the main thing on my mind was the thought of the whole house on fire with just days to go until my due date. So I decided to throw the toaster out instead. I cried for a while and now I am ok, but I now keep thinking of what could have happened if I had fallen down the stairs or if the baby was already here and how I would have got us both out. I keep freaking myself out with what-ifs, so I've just had a huge lump of cake and a very sweet tea. Hopefully the day will get better from now on.