I got Inked...

I finally did it.

I got my first tattoo.

Yes, I am 29 years old and just got my first one.

Honestly, I am glad I didn't run out and get one when

I was 18 and have something I possibly hate now on my

lower back which is where at that age I would have put it. 

I have been looking for awhile now and I knew I wanted

one before I turned 30 next month. 

(OMG typing that is scary)

Once I knew what I wanted and where I found the tattoo shop 

and made my appointment. 

I went in Friday evening with the expectation of some pain.

I mean I have had 4 babies 3 of which were birthed naturally.

Talk about pain...

I got my tattoo on my left wrist which I'm sure is not the most sensitive 

spot on your body but close enough for my pain hating self. 

I am very happy with my new body art and although 

during those painful 20 minutes or so

I just knew it would be my only one,

I can't wait for my second one. 

Talk about a natural high!

*Picture Overload Warning*

 Finished Tattoo..

My children hold the Key to My Heart. 

With their initials.

I can't wait to get another one.

Chico over at 3 Angels Tattoo in

Pembroke, Ma did an incredible job.

He even put up with my winching and shaking

while having a good laugh at my expense.