Post pregnancy pictures for women who had stomach tattoos?

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I have been looking all over for a website that shows pictures of women who have tattoos on their belly, abdomen, upper hip etc. I want to see how many women have had their tattoos deformed or they're fine. I have a really meaningful tattoo that I don't want messed up, but that's not gonna stop me from having a child. I'm just wondering.

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everyone is different, some people can go through pregnancy without hurting their tattoos... others end up with stretch marks ruining the image.

You won't know how you'll turn out until it happens.

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Enya Azari thought she was dead. Twelve high velocity rounds to the abdomen were enough to terminate any and all known species. However, as the female awoke, it was neither golden gate nor blistering pit of eternal damnation that awaited her eyes. It was a sterile and antiseptic filled chamber. While Enya could comprehend her surroundings with astonishing clarity, her body, was an agonizing haze of charred flesh and mutilated tissue, all screaming in protest as the woman attempted to rise unto her elbows. Enya hissed in pain through gritted teeth, as the rough hospital garments rubbed against her tender, recently-dressed wounds. As bile began to gather in her throat, the woman swallowed hard before issuing a rasping, rather abrasive cough. Enya, unaware until the current, curved her head abruptly as she sensed a hand shift marginally upon her bed sheets. A mass of extensive, mussed brown hair met her narrowed eyes. The hand which had stirred bore an intricate tattoo; a pair of crossed swords slightly above the index knuckle. Enya released a tense breath. She knew this woman.

Enyaâs own fingers were bandaged and splinted, yet she shifted them all the same, strumming her right set upon the womanâs knuckles. The figure lurched forward; a pair of obsidian eyes meeting Enyaâs equally dusky irises.
âGreer.â Enya rasped, her voice resembling the coarse consistency of sandpaper.
âDear God, Enyaâ¦â The woman, Greer, seemed to stumble upon her own words in the apparent state of astonishment in which she displayed.

Enya managed a hoarse laugh, only to stifle the sound quickly at the discomfort in her esophagus. Greer reached rapidly to the womanâs bedside, hastily pouring a small flask of water from a sweating, metallic pitcher. Greer tipped Azariâs head back, assisting the woman as she attempted to swallow the cool liquid. The simple movement caused excruciating pain. Enya winced as her muscles strained to complete the motion. Greer, detecting her superiorâs agitation, pulled the glass away. Enya licked her lips, running her moist tongue over the cracked tissue.

âYou didnât think that Iâd awaken, did you?â Enya managed after several seconds of what appeared to be neck spasms.
Greerâs pale ears flushed. âYou were comatose for three and a half weeks. Not many held faith in your return.â She paused, visibly debating with her conscience. âDo youâ¦remember anything, at all?â
Enya strained her mind. A momentous flash of buzzing light filled the air in front of her eyes. She could feel the gravel catch her fall, the burning wetness that engulfed her seizing form. Enya blinked.
âNo, I remember nothing at all. Were you present?â
Greer shook her head, the long russet tendrils swinging in the wake. âI was at command. Flynn and Fuerst were at the scene, though.â
âAre they injured?â Enyaâs immediate concern for her colleagues sparked a small grin upon Greerâs lips.
âFuerst tore his anterior cruciate ligament, but heâll pull through. Both were quite concerned for your safety. Flynn vomited, if I recall correctly.â
âWhat away to begin his service career.â Enya commented dryly. Her vocal cords had begun to adapt to their newfangled, raucous state. She rotated her shoulders judiciously, cautious not to tear the numerous sutures.
Greer fixed her superior with a serious manifestation. âAre you alright Enya?â
âI feel as one would expect me to; aching, exhausted, and anxious to back on active duty.â Azari retorted. âWhich reminds me, when exactly will I be returning to the field?â
âWell, the surgeons are not quite sure. The bullet wounds are healing quite nicely, but the burns, well, they may take a while.â
âBurns?â Enya questioned. She wasn't aware of any burns. âWhat burns?

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