Lost in Place

I used to have stories. I used to have lots of stories. I used to be able to create stories if I didn't have them. But ever since this little demon came along (yes, I just called my baby a demon - get over it), my brain has been fried. What worse than not having stories to tell is knowing I have stories to tell (hello - I have a newborn for goodness sake!) but I can't find them in my brain. So for now I will just say we have her two month check-up tomorrow morning and that means needles and pokes and unhappy baby and I have to take her all by myself and sad, sad, sad. If I can get out of there without crying (because everyone says the mom cries when the babies get shots), it'll be an okay day.