Every time I go home, it's a new adventure. Between things that Little Miss says or does, to spending time with my mom, there's always something going on.
My last trip home included tattoo #8. You can read about the previous tattoos here. This had been in the works since January or so, and it was one I had to forget about in order not to psych myself out.
It's no secret that I feel everyone and their mother should have a tattoo - just ask mine, we're in an unspoken race to have the most (I'm winning!) - tattoos are fun, and gorgeous, and exciting.
So, the eight wonder. This was a custom design by my artist and when he asked if anyone would want it I jumped at it. I knew it was going to be a few months before I actually got it but he was fine and we formed up the date as April got closer.
I'm not going to lie, I was super excited and equally anxious for this one. I thought my foot would hurt, only 2 of the 5 ants were annoying. I thought that my inner arm was going to hurt, it was done and over before I knew it. This one?
If I'm being honest, the entire area under le boob didn't hurt. I closed my eyes, breathing myself into a peaceful stillness. Once he got to my sternum, my eyes flew open and I was questioning what I was doing with my life. We had reached the point where I was wondering why anyone would willingly subject themselves to this.
This was by far the most painful spot I've ever been inked. If I ever had fantasies of having a side piece done, I've completely dropped the idea of getting one.
Healing a/k/a The Itch wasn't too bad. On the upside, I got to free boob it for several days. Although I will admit that by Tuesday I was ready to put the holster back on.
Even better, I'm already planning out #9!