Even during my pregnancy, I was talking about getting a tattoo for Cricket. Before he was born, I mostly called him “the mouse,” as in, “the mouse kicks whenever I rest my laptop on my stomach.” I worried that calling him “the baby” or by the name I had chosen would make me sound less pro-choice–and in his first ultrasound, he did look awfully like a mouse. Well, I just pulled the bandage off. It’s still a bit red and sore, but I’m super pleased.
Sorry about the crappy cellphone pic. Here’s how it ends!
We’re going up to the Emerald City for a visit next week; here’s hoping it’s all healed up by then.