The universe is playing a cruel fucking joke on me. I had an US today because I've had spotting this whole pregnancy and we found out the baby passed away a couple of weeks ago. So now I have to have a D&C tomorrow...on my fucking birthday. I hate having surgery, I always think I'm going to die, and now I am worried I am going to die on my birthday. Irrational, party of one, I know. This fucking sucks.