Tomorrow is my husband’s birthday. It’s also the day I get a follow up ultrasound re:blighted ovum. I have been the queen of compartmentalizing all this. But I need them to get all the tissues out ASAP. Give me drugs, scrape it out, I don’t care. Because I am running out of compartments and the ones I do have are flooding like the Titanic’s until I, too, eventually snap in half.