another item off the 'things to do before i die' list

I still can't believe that I actually got this thing. Every time I see it in the mirror it surprises me. It's kind of the same way I felt after I went blonde (aside from the whole irreversible thing). However, unlike being blonde, it's not really taken any getting used to as far as affection goes. This is going to sound like the most shallow, insipid, self centered comment ever and is probably an insult to mothers everywhere, but the way i felt the first time I saw the finished product of this tattoo was, I imagine, similar to the way a mother feels the first time she sees her newborn baby. It was love at first sight, and I will cherish it for the rest of my life. And here's the best part: tattoos don't require 3 am feedings. Tattoos (aside from initial cost) are not expensive. You don't have to plan your life around them. I won't have to buy a minivan/crossover vehicle to drive my new tattoo to daycare. There is no "tattoo weight" to lose. It won't grow up to make bad decisions and resent me as a parent. There is just no bad side to this situation.

Sidenote: I'm not sure if its grandparents will feel as enthusiastic about it as I do. This remains to be seen.

*UPDATE*
Mom likes it. Dad, in a fit of medical paranoia, has convinced himself that I have probably transmitted Hepatitis via contaminated needle, but likes the actual design.