I won't deny it. It hurt! The tattoo artist said it's compared to getting scratched by a cat. Repeatedly. She wasn't kidding. And while our son went before me and seemed much more stoic, I didn't cry. Could've if I'd wanted to, though. But still, I'm proud. Something I never thought I'd actually go through with---a tattoo. And really, my husband seems a bit shocked as well. It's one thing to talk about it, but something else entirely to follow through. He's giving me these looks that can only be called admiring. So funny.
