It's crazy what can happen in a year, isn't it? Last year on Valentine's Day, Regan and I were engaged. He made me delicious homemade ravioli and we ate it in his attic in Salt Lake. And I don't think we'd ever been so happy. It's one of our favorite days. And today, I'm sitting in our apartment in Brooklyn, really far away from everything we knew then, staring at a baby swing our friends gave us for the baby that will be here in August. (!!!) And it's kind of like whoa, when did all of this happen? And we might not have a romantic dinner (Regan-what should we have for dinner?) and I might not be able to climb a ladder to an attic anymore (I never knew that balance disappears when you're pregnant) but I think it's safe to say we're even happier than we thought we'd be a year ago. I'll take it!
And now that that's out in the open, I can start blogging about what I eat every day, how long my naps are, what fruit the baby resembles (a lemon right now), etc. Phew!