It was a brisk night outside, and the pounds of snow, sleet, and a small bit of rain, didn't make it any better. As the wind continued howling outside, the temperature kept dropping further and further, turning the water to ice, and the sleet to even more snow. Overall, it was very, very cold.

When she stepped onto the porch of your home, her hands were still cold and shaking from stress. She tugged at her beanie some more, then put her hands in her coat pockets and squeezed a few ultrasound images of her baby between her fingers.

As Stephanie stopped nervously in front of your front door, she stared at the buzzer for a moment, couldn't take it any longer and pressed it. Seconds later, when the door opened, her hands were still trembling, even though a warm draft of air hit her face.

Her eyes looked up, found you, and got straight to the point.

Stephanie: "I'm pregnant."