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One such tattoo is a little black outline of a heart just above my right hip. When I got pregnant, I assumed it was going to stretch and look all kinds of nasty, but I figured I could just have it removed (I've already had a couple of my other homemade ones removed, and it was no big deal).
Throughout my whole pregnancy, the tattoo never changed. It seemed that it was just outside the area that stretched. I also used cocoa butter lotion on my stomach, butt and thighs every day, which smelled horrible, but I never got stretch marks, so maybe that helped. Who knows?
The day my son was born (via c-section, if that matters) I was changing my nightgown when my husband looked over at me and said, "Holy shit, look at your tattoo!" I replied the same way I always do when people say something like that: "Uh, which one?" He tells me the heart tattoo, and I look down at it, and it had doubled. Not stretched, doubled. Like, it became two interlocked hearts.
I know there's a perfectly logical scientific explanation for this, probably something involving the dermis and epidermis, or whatever, but I don't want to hear it. I don't believe in anything spiritual or magical, but the symbolism is just way too cool, so I'm going to roll with it. It's not my prettiest tattoo, but now it's my favorite.