Christmas and Birthday gift to myself.

I got a new tattoo.  I am surprised that it did not hurt nearly as bad as I had anticipated.  Whenever it became a bit uncomfortable, I just remembered how painful childbirth was and how much more painful losing my baby was.  I  barely even winced.  This is dangerous because now I want so much more.  I was so weary about the placement on my body.  Initially I wanted it on my ribs.  The more that I thought of it, the more I realized that I am far too self conscious about my belly, so I did not want to get something in a place in which I would have to constantly be lifting up my shirt.  The inside of my arm was the best location that I could think of.  First, because I would not have to lift up my shirt.  Secondly, because I didn't want it so visible that people would constantly be asking me about it.  When my arm is down, you can barely see it.  I am still waiting on Buddy's paw prints, those will be on the back of the same arm as Dominic.  These were the two first true loves that I have ever known.  A love that exceeds all conditions, a love of complete selflessness.  Unfortunately, these are the two loves that I have lost.