I earned a frantic iPhone call from the husband of a pregnant lady last week.
His a/c was broken, and his wife was throwing a fit.
He said he was afraid of what she would do if the AC unit could not be repaired soon. I remembered how our wife was when she was in her last couple of weeks of pregnancy. It was late June and the heat and humidity were in abundance. I told him I would be there in an minute and told him I could empathize with him. When I got to the house, I heard his wife call down for him. He showed myself and others where the a/c unit was and headed back inside to his wife. Even though I was outside, I could hear her crying about how difficult pregnancy was. I knew it was warm inside, because it was warm outside. I was doing our best to get the a/c running suddenly, so she could find some comfort, and her husband would get some peace. Ten minutes after looking at the a/c unit, I found multiple problems. The fan motor wasn’t working, and the coolant needed refilled. I updated the fan motor and filled the coolant. Within minutes, the a/c unit turned on and was cooling the house. I stood inside the family room looking at the thermostat to make sure the temperature was going down, when the husband came down the steps. I could see the gratitude in his eyup when he realized it was already cooling off. He told his wife to come downstairs, because it was already cooler down here.