The first time Steve and I went swimming, we’d anticipated a restful night’s sleep on account of all that exercise. However, Steve spent the night feeling jittery and restless, while I found that consuming 967 pounds of taco meat combined with a metric ton of cheese at bedtime is surprisingly not conducive to a sound slumber.

Last night, Steve and I went swimming again, and all the old idiosyncrasies of swimming became fresh in my brain:

• Searing calf muscle cramps that prompt me to reach for bananas or any other high-potassium food I can find.

• The hair closest to my face gets bleached nearly white.

• The ever-present scent of chlorine, no matter how often or thoroughly one showers.

• Shoulders that grow broader than my hips, plus cut tricep muscles.

This time, we both slept so incredibly soundly that when I woke up this morning, I realized it was too late to make it to the gym, but that I had a few moments to snooze before I needed to get ready for work. It seemed like I only blinked my eyes and when I looked at the clock again, a whole half hour had gone by.

Only one week until my next dress fitting… which will then be only one month before we’re married. Exciting times.