The year began with the ending of a one-year relationship when it was clear that we both wanted different things out of life, and then two weeks after the breakup, I found out that I was pregnant.
The only good thing about that period was that my event planning business was gaining traction.
One night I woke up feeling feverish and went to look for an extra blanket. By morning I was burning up and had abdominal cramps, so I decided to head to the hospital. I called a heating contractor to check on the heating equipment, just in case. When I got to the hospital, I knew the worst had happened. I had yet to tell my ex-partner we were expecting a child. I became antisocial and a workaholic. The house had too many memories, and I would burst into tears a little too often. Before I moved, I visited a heating business. The aim was to consult a homeowner solutions company on different types of quality heating. The HVAC professional I met recommended a dual-fuel system. The house I found had one, which made me instantly fall in love with it. I called the HVAC supplier so that they could send an HVAC technician for a heat pump service to confirm that everything was fine before I moved in. The tech found out that the heating device included an electric furnace. After the furnace/heater tune-up, he confirmed that all was well. My emotional state was so fragile that I teared up because of something such as indoor comfort. Still, I would celebrate my small wins if it meant that I would feel better about life.