...with my tattoo! Now I got this little number when I was 19 and living in Santa Cruz. Enough said. But I have NEVER regretted getting it. I would say more accurately, that as the years have passed, it stopped being interesting and I just forgot about it like a mole or a freckle. What I have ALWAYS dreaded, however, is that one day it would become deformed and hideous if I ever got pregnant. Well, I'm pleased to say I LOVE my tattoo all over again!
I can barely see it looking down anymore (that's a six month pregnant belly right there!) but I LOVE catching a glimpse of it the mirror -it's so cute! Who knows how it will look 3 months from now, or if some weird, ugly shrinky-dink effect occurs post-partem, but for now I'm enjoying the hell out of it!
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