I got a tattoo on Wednesday. When explaining the pain, I compared it to childbirth:
But it’s more than the pain. Here are the similarities:
– All of a sudden, you start noticing other people’s tattoos. They’re everywhere. Just like noticing people’s babies, before I got pregnant.
– When planning the pregnancy/tattoo, I researched everything there was to know about making it happen.
– Before making the commitment to do it, I questioned my sanity.
– During the tattoo/childbirth, I changed my mind, and wanted the pain to stop, but I knew I had to face it, and it would be worth it in the end.
– Getting the tattoo/having a baby takes way longer than you think it will, and healing is brutal.
– Afterwards, I just wanted to curl up and sleep for days, but sleeping is out of the question.
– Immediately after, you say you’ll never do it again, but you forget the pain.
– The day after, I was running to Walmart to pick up forgotten items (tube tops & cream for the tattoo, nursing bras & nipple cream for post-birth).
– You try hard to explain the baby’s name/tattoo’s significance, when really, you just thought it was pretty.
– When you show people the tattoo/baby, you’re not sure if it’s actually pretty or people are just being nice.
– When the novelty wears off, you realize that you are stuck with this thing forever, so you choose to love it, unconditionally.
– And once some time has passed people will start asking “so, when are you going to have another one?” (Thanks for that one Justyna!)