Pregnants get their very own special pregnant chairs in certain stores. Except I think the personnel was worried that I wasn't using my pregnant chair privileges appropriately, because they kept coming back to check and see if I was "still finding everything OK"
Actually no. I'm still in this chair. That you gave me. To sit.
And we found a Cafe Rio. Which we, former westerners, were a teensy bit excited about. Like brother-in-law Jordan, whose salad transformed into his own personal Disneyland.
And then we went up to visit our beautiful DC temple.
We will miss you guys! And jilly we can't wait for your little bum to get the heck out here! Next time you see us, there will be THREE!!