Look, a lot is happening. I don't want to jinx it, so I don't want to talk about it yet. But I'm very anxious. Biting my nails (even more).

I bite them, and there's always a little bit left to trim with my teeth, which then creates a new bit that I have to bite off, and so on until I reach the quick. Yesterday, I didn't hold my husband's hand because I needed to perform this whole ritual. He paused Sopranos, got a nail file, and made each of my nails smooth.

In a week, we'll have been married for 15 years.