No air conditioning in July

Thursday evening, after the kids were in bed, Marco and I realized our house was a little toastier than we like it. The air conditioning seemed to be running, but the air coming out of the vents wasn't very cool. Marco went outside with his phone flashlight to investigate and came back with disappointing news:

The fan was running, but the actual part that makes cool air was broken.

Awesome.

I know, I know. First world problems. But still, I'm a first world girl. So my problems are real.

You know what's worse than being 36 weeks pregnant and not having air conditioning in July? Being 37 weeks pregnant and not having air conditioning in July.

Good thing I was only 36 weeks pregnant last week!

We opened the windows and turned our bedroom ceiling fan on. Marco set the sprinklers to run and we went to bed.

But not before I checked the weather forecast for the next day. It was slated to be 100 degrees.

You know what's worse than being 36 weeks pregnant with no air conditioning in July? Having it happen when it's 100 degrees.

The next day, before he left for his air conditioned office, I told him to think of me often, sweltering at home (sometimes I try my hand at guilt trips). He laughed (but the guilt trips never work on Marco) and informed me that he had already been in contact that morning with a friend who could get him the part he needed to fix the air conditioner. It should arrive that day by noon.

Marco has a degree in business, not air conditioners. So I have no idea how he figured out that the air conditioning capacitor was the thing causing our problems. But he had. And he was right. Somewhere along the way he also knew how to replace it?!

Phew.

Marco took a long lunch and came home to fix our air conditioner. I stayed in the basement until the inside temperature was less than 80 degrees. And yes, it really was 100 degrees outside that day.

I'll never take my air conditioning (or Marco) for granted again.