4 Generations

Last night we went and did a session in the Provo Temple with Brandon's parents and grandparents. Brandon says it's the last time I can go to the temple before the baby comes. He was so worried I would go into labor or throw up during the session. Yes, I've been throwing up again. It's my own fault though. I tried one last time to go off the medicine. I've actually been off for almost a whole week and I'm not doing too bad, so we'll see how it goes.

Anyway, I survived the session. When we were walking up the stairs from the dressing room this temple worker looked at us and said "is this 4 generations?" I was a little confused because I was with Brandon's mom and his grandma. There were just three of us. Then I remembered I'm pregnant and I actually look like it now, so I realized she was counting baby Mckinley. And then I thought oh yeah, that is kind of cool. There are 4 generations of us in here together.

After the temple we went and ate at the Pizza Factory. The food was much better going down than coming up later that night. :)

Brandon and me.


Ross and Karen (Brandon's parents).

Grandma and Grandpa Salmon. Grandpa's birthday is tomorrow so they made him a cool little birthday pizza. Happy 83rd birthday Grandpa Salmon!

Life is going well. I'm 37 weeks today and finally training someone at work to take over for me while I'm gone. Training has actually been kind of fun and it's definitely making the days fly by.