I got a tattoo.
And it wasn't that bad. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't call it a delightful experience or anything, but it wasn't the agonizing, endless discomfort that I thought it would be. It helped that the guy doing my tattoo was a doll: encouraging me and praising how well I was doing while keeping me distracted. His face lit up when I explained the significance of the image and he said, "Awesome, a family circle!" And I like that description. He was cute, too. Mark enjoyed teasing me about that.
But really, it was fine. Some parts were pretty painful, others not so much. The more I rambled on about home birthing and the like, the less I really felt what he was doing. He confessed later that he always tries to get clients talking about a more painful experience as it seems to put things into perspective for them. Smart man. See why I liked him? And did I mention he was cute?
The photos are over at flickr in a set (click on the pic above to take you there), but you have to be listed a a "friend" to view them. You can email me if you'd like a temporary pass. Once the color calms down I'll post a photo of the tattoo for you all here.