Seems everyone hates my fan

From some time in April/May to about October, I have our fan running at all times in our bedroom when we're home. Even when I'm not in the room. I love my fan, even though it was broken and could only run on medium and fast and not slow after using it for a few days; it was the best fan ever.

I realized that during my pregnancy, I am especially hot at night and have yet to sleep with anything over me, even thin sheets. So it goes without saying that my fan is on all night, unless my husband gets fed up and turns it off after I fall asleep. He hates my fan and would rather my fan never existed. Even when it's super hot, he'd rather just have the window open to let in the fresh air than recycle the hot, hot bedroom air. I prefer the later.

Last night our cats were running around like loons, chasing each other. We both didn't think anything of it cause they usually end up chasing each other like loons at least once a night. A couple hours later, my husband went into the bedroom and asked, "What happened to the fan?"

What!? What DID happen to the fan??? I basically yelled back to him.

"It's face down on the rug," he told me.

"Does it work????!!!" I panicked.

I could hear him hitting it and the bleeps it makes when you change speeds, and then, "Nope. It's dead."

So, not only does my husband hate my fan, my kitties hate my fan as well. They knocked it over during their crazy loon running stint and killed it. After I whined a bit about not having my fan and being a hot pregnant lady, he halfheartedly asked if I wanted him to go to Walmart and buy me a new fan. I said no because I knew he really didn't want to do that. But then, of course, I had to whine about it a few more times, especially when I went to bed and had no fan to keep me cool.

He offered one last time to go to Walmart and buy me a fan, but I mumbled that they weren't open anymore (they were), and said no. He opened our bedroom window for me, but it really didn't do any good. I gave the fan a few whacks and jiggles, just to see if I could knock the life back into it, but nothing worked. He tried again, nothing worked. And even with the window open, I was still hot and sweaty all night.

Ah, but today is another day! And I can't wait til my husband gets home today with my shiny new fan from Walmart. I just can't wait!