I've known for a few days that the baby had died at 8 weeks so it wasn't totally unexpected. But fuck me the timing couldn't be worse. I should be 12 weeks so it didn't seem like the tissue would pass by itself and I was booked in for medical management next week. It's just started by itself, on Christmas fucking morning. You couldn't make it up. As if it isn't shitty enough.
I can't tell anyone but my DH, who is being wonderful. I needed to tell someone else. Thanks to whoever reads this.