It’s been a while since I’ve even looked at my life list, let alone crossed something off of it. Some of the things listed there just seem so out of reach and it seems silly to me to think that life wouldn’t be complete without them. Life is good and I’ve already accomplished the most important items, #2 and #90. Have a baby and give my first-born a sibling. Because of those two, crossing off the other 98 is a lot more difficult.
As you know, the tattoo discussion has been off and on for years and I can never make a decision. Guy had an appointment with his tattoo artist on Veteran’s Day and convinced me that would be a good time to get one, too. I finalized my idea, took it with me and decided that no, today would probably not be my day. I was just not ready for the pain and convinced it would hurt WAY too bad.
I was right.
After sitting there watching Guy’s arm get drawn on from top to bottom and being asked several times if I was going next… I said fine. I’m sitting here, opportunity in front of me, and I took it. If I don’t do it now, I may never.
So, I did it. And I was wrong about the pain. So wrong. It hurt so much more than I imagined. Maybe I’m a big baby? I’m sure. The tattoo itself took probably 4 minutes, tops, and maybe could have gone a little faster if I wouldn’t have had to ask him to stop between damn near every letter. I’m glad I had someone who had a bit of patience.
After that, my poor husband sat in the chair for a SEVEN HOUR TATTOO. I cannot even fathom that pain and I all but begged him not to do it after mine was finished. I’m pretty certain I will never do that again. So, what did I get? The kids names. Thank goodness I decided against middle names or I probably wouldn’t have been able to finish.
Liz is a just a mom trying to keep it real about how little she sleeps, how often she gets puked on and how much she loves them. You can find her here every day writing about real-mom moments.
You’re brave. I love that about you.