The first weekend in December was full of events for me.
My friend Erin came to spend the weekend with us. Saturday, we went to see a movie, and Sunday, she threw me a baby sprinkle (like a shower but on a smaller scale for a second baby.) It even proved to be more eventful than that. Read on.
Saturday brought the end to my obsession: the "Twilight Saga's" final movie is done. "Breaking Dawn Part II" has been out since the week before Thanksgiving, but I just got to see it. It was bittersweet. While the movie was awesome, I was sad to see it come to an end.
Before I saw the movie, I was told there was a "twist." I successfully managed to dodge discovering that twist until seeing the movie. I won't share it with you because I don't want to ruin it for you, but I think it added to the movie and was a great asset. I was worried that it would affect whether or not I liked the movie. If anything, it made me like it more. It definitely made it a little more exciting and surprising.
After the movie, a terrifying thing happened to me and Erin as we left the movie theater. We were driving out of the cinemas, minding our own business, when all of a sudden there were flashing lights behind me. I turned to see not just one, but three police cars behind me.
What? I had just pulled out of the parking lot and didn't have enough time to have been speeding. So what did they want?
We came to find out that someone robbed the electronics store, and they thought it was us. Why, you might ask (I sure did.) The officer told me that my car (a silver Escape) fit the description and that it was two women who robbed the place. As I told the officer that we had just come from the movie (he wanted to see my ticket stub), we heard another officer come over his speaker. The car they were in search of was a green Metro or a silver Civic. And my Escape, a SUV, matched that? Really? Needless to say, we were let go with an apology. An apology, that was it. The officer is lucky he didn't send me into labor. He scared the crap out of me. I kept waiting for the contractions to start. Not cool, Mr. Officer, not cool at all.
Sunday brought the welcome party for my soon-to-be (still nameless) second baby boy. Most of my family and a few friends came to help me celebrate the coming birth of my littlest boy. Erin outdid herself and threw a wonderful, beautiful sprinkle for me and my bundle of joy. Little Man had fun, too. He won a special prize for being a big brother. I got lots and lots and lots of diapers, which is the one thing I needed and asked for. I don't have any of those left over from my eldest. That is one thing he used up, and then some.
The weekend brought an end to an "era" with the final "Twilight" movie, and the beginning of the welcome for my baby.
While I had to say goodbye and close the door on Edward Cullen (I will forever remain Team Edward (the winning team, by the way), my family and friends celebrated me and my unborn little boy due next year. And, I got to spend the weekend with an awesome friend.
What could be better than that?
(Letusick, a resident of Rayland, is a copy editor for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times.)