If Momma is unhappy, everyone's unhappy

Whew! Momma is an unhappy camper today! I had to take that blasted hpt this morning, knowing full well that the result would be negative! I think that's what started it all. Really, I have really been upset since my Dr. called last week about the low progesterone. My poor sweet husband can't understand why his lovely wife is ripping his head off on a daily basis (for nothing) and spouting outrageous obscenities at the drop of a hat. I don't handle disappointment well. I get angry. And for those of you that know me, I'm already quite angry normally, for no reason at all. So it has been a rough week for me. Oh, not to mention I need to pick up my meds today and my darling husband proceeds to tell me that I need to wait until tomorrow, just to make sure the $$$ is in the bank. This miffs me. Just one more delay on this fantabulous journey. "It'll be fine," he says. "We have plenty more tries left to have a baby." Do we? Do we really? That little phrase pisses me off more than anything. I mean, I hate to beat a dead horse, but how do you know that FOR SURE?!! That's right. You don't. You can't. My doctor can't even guarantee me that. Quit acting so laid back about the whole thing. Ok, now that I've got that out of my system everyone should now know what NOT to say to add to Momma's unhappiness. **Wow, there sure are a lot of eggshells around here!** yikes