Finally

My Wonder Woman tattoo is finally done!!!

There's a lot of stuff going on here, so let me guide you through
This is the inside of my arm. You can see eagles flying towards Wonder Woman and swooping through her lasso of truth, where they magically change into doves (cause she's peaceful at heart). Behind her head, stars are shooting into the sky.



View #2
This is more towards the middle of the piece, where you can see that the full body wonder woman is a bit more Golden Era of comics. She's got the 1940s/50s hair and she is holding up the lasso. She has a cape with stars that is cleverly obscuring the fact that the big WW head just kind of ends.

View #3
Here's the back of my arm. The birds are circling the piece, but the doves on this side are flying behind the fluttering cape, so you mostly see their wings peek out from behind it. They also gradually get closer as they get to the larger WW's head, so the wings get bigger. You can see it better here:
I have another tattoo on the inside of my arm, which is peeking out here.

It hurt like hell. AGAIN. During the process, I thought, "this is the last one, I swear." I brought muscle relaxants, but it didn't help much this time. Those fleshy under arm areas are a bitch. My arm looks really swollen in this pictures, and once it starts to heal, the tattoo itself looks ugly, so I wanted to capture something before that started to happen. Last night, I got home from the 5 hour session, ate the dinner my loving husband cooked for me, then fell asleep. At like 7pm. I woke up at 8:30 with plans to go to the bar, but once I went to the bathroom to start to get ready, I was beat. I just went right back to the couch and then gave in at 9 and went to bed! At 9pm! On a Friday!

Truth be told, this was a week wherein I slept pretty poorly. Not only was my mother-in-law in town visiting (and staying at my house) for four days, but I preceded her visit with a 3-day spring cleaning extravaganza. My mother-in-law is an awesome lady, and was incredibly generous and fun during the trip, but playing host is tough no matter what the circumstances, and she can be a bit intense on a good day. I also had the added bonus of going to my doctor for a check-up.



If you remember, the doctor I visited in February totally decimated my self-esteem. As the check-up visit crept closer, I started to have major anxiety. When was the check-up scheduled, you might ask? Oh, during my Spring Break, in the middle of my hosting duties. So I was super stressed. I started to lose sleep. I was freaking out about her being disappointed in the little progress I'd made. I finally just decided to say "screw it" and researched other doctors in my area and found a very, very nice woman.

My check-up with her went wonderfully. I waited so long for her to get to the exam room though. It was like 30-45 minutes of sitting there in the paper dress. Which, by the way, is no longer a dress, but a shirt. They give you what amounts to a belly shirt with an open back and a paper sheet to lay over your belly and private bits. What's up with that? I was a total contortionist trying to cover one part while the other parts got uncovered. And I know it makes no sense because the doctor is going to see you virtually naked anyway, but still. I can't believe the day has come where I lament the loss of the full length paper dress!

Anyway, when she got there she made sure to ask me why I switched doctors, (which endeared me to her immediately). This started the whole subject of my weight up again. I was scared to talk about it at first, but she told me my test results from the last visit aren't bad. In fact, I had lost 10 pounds since then and my cholesterol would surely reflect it. And, she said, "lots of women your size and much bigger have healthy pregnancies with healthy babies, and live great lives in general."

She did a full physical and ordered blood tests, all of which came back within very normal ranges. She told me I shouldn't have any problems having a kid, and that some of the things the other doctor said were just plain wrong. She looked at me with a totally confused face when I told her the bit about not eating whole cakes! It was very reassuring. I'm still eating better and working out at least 3 days a week, but not with the heavy dose of fear I had before. Geez Louise.

So, not surprisingly this past week has been less of a break than I had hoped. In fact, it's like I had no break at all. I still have midterm grading to do this weekend as well. Woe is me. But at least I got the tattoo finished. I've been so looking forward to being done!