Yesterday didn't start out too well, at 3am I discovered that it is not cool to put rapid rise yeast in a bread machine on 'regular' settings... it basically rose out of the bread machine, was mashed up against the lid and couldn't really bake. It yielded a huge huge fluffy and sticky loaf of cinnamon raisin bead. Then, I was supposed to meet a friend and her sweet little girl for a coffee/play date at Cafe au Play, but my car battery was dead. Which was fine because by then I was really hungry AND having ridiculously bad session of pains. So I ran a hot bath for myself and set Tabor at his table in the living room with some chalk, and books, and his (Corey's) Glen Plake bobblehead doll. 3 minutes into my bath I smelled smoke, pretty bad smoke - and might not have been as worried, but Tabor was also yelling a bit (probably because I wasn't within view). I ran around nekkid for like ten seconds and couldn't find a fire, but there was haze in the living room so I threw on some clothes, grabbed our coats and phone, and ran outside to call 9-1-1. I told the operator I couldn't figure out where the smoke was coming from, and while it wasn't very bad, it was worrisome, etc etc.

So, they sent two fire trucks and 8 firepeople. By the way, Tabor is on a firetruck kick so he loved it, they blocked the street and used their sirens (this was a bright side to being so scared). I told them about the fireplace (not being used), and electrical outlet by Tabor's table (without protective covers), the heat vent (under Tabors table) etc and they ran in. So long story short, they were asking me about my 'very impressive loaf of bread' on the counter and also asking why it was so brown, and if I had burnt my bread. I said no, it had finished baking at 3am and I had unplugged the machine so that wasn't it. Then a nice fireman asked again about my burnt bread and held up a slice of super burnt toast that he had pulled out of the toaster still hot. SHOOT. I stared at it and really didn't even remember putting it in there but must have done it when I was hungry while running the hot bath. SO, they asked if I still wanted to eat it - laughed a bit, talked to Tabor, and went back to their station. I haven't felt that humiliated in a long time, but now it's quite funny. In fact Corey burnt a slice of that same bread today, and while we briefly discussed calling 9-1-1 again, we moved past that, unplugged the toaster and removed it ourselves. Whew, close call.


On another note, along with pregnancy forgetfulness, come delightful pregnancy cravings. My current must-have is a Reuben Sandwich. AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH