Anyway. They asked for a picture of said tattoo, and in the story I talk about how the guy getting ready to scar me for life asked if I'd like to rethink the location, as I'd chosen my belly, and he wondered if perhaps I'd like to take my future as a pregnant woman into account. I scoffed at him, saying "I'm never going to have babies!" and, away he went. This is what I chose. It seemed like a good idea at the time:
|Yep, it's a giant...fairy|
As you all know, I did have babies! Ha! Silly, young, trusted-in-the-half-assed-rhythm-method me! But as these things turn out, it's awesome that I did, and I had a lot of fun being pregnant with my son. My belly grew the biggest in the spring and summer, and I refused to go in for all of the maternity clothes propaganda. That's bullshit! I thought. I can totally wear my normal clothes!
And so I did.
Sure I bought a stretchy skirt or two, but for the most part I walked around looking like I was wearing toddler clothing.
But before we get to that, this is the picture I chose for the tattoo story, just in case you never see it. A before and after. Well, a before and during, actually. For a the after you could revisit this old blog post, where the tattoo is hard to see but I can assure you, is completely perfect:
|Hi, 19? Meet yourself at 26. Sorry about that.|
|Pregnant girl with pig|
|I thought this picture was HiLARious!|
I didn't only whip out the belly during silly occasions. I busted it out for super fancy fundraiser garden parties, too:
|RIP to my sweet friend Merede.|
This made me miss her so much. xo
|I tried to pull my shirt down a little. But why?!|
He loved the belly!
So the whole point of this search was to show that the tattoo was not obliterated by my getting pregnant. It remains there.