Last night my hormones were OUT OF CONTROL. My husband is gone for the next few days, which is very lucky for him. Unfortunately for him though, I have a cell phone. He wasn't exactly in the best of moods to begin with, and the Army really wasn't helping either. So as he was leaving yesterday we got into a HUGE fight. You might be wondering what the fight was about, so I am going to tell you, NOTHING! Well, nothing big at least. The fight was about a fight that we had the night before because I felt like he snapped at me. Are you with me? Yes ladies (and gentlemen?), we were having an even bigger fight about a fight about something that was trivial to begin with. It was truly an incredible sight.
Me: I can't believe you are not going to apologize for snapping at me last night.
Him: I snapped at you because you were being annoying.
Me: You think I'm annoying? *bring on the water works*
Him: Yes, you are annoying sometimes.
Me: Look now you have made me cry and your still not going to apologize? *thinking to myself that all I really want out of this is a much needed hug and kiss*
Him: *walks over to me and tries to hug and kiss me* How about we just let this go?
Me: No! You snapped at me last night and now you won't apologize for it, and now your being a jerk and trying to drop it. Don't touch me. Now look who is annoying. I can't believe you, you are such a ass sometimes. *I walk away, still mad even though he was trying to do what I really wanted him to do*
Seriously what is wrong with me? Oh I wait, I know, almost 900 iu's of Gonal-F. He was trying to do what I wanted him to do (well minus just saying, I'm sorry), but I could NOT let it go. Last night via text this fight got out of control. I said some really horrible things to him. I am seriously in AWWW that he did not ask for a divorce. I cried and I'm pretty sure that at one point I told him he was balding *gasp!*. All married women know that is the one line you never cross. Even if you husband is sporting the Homer Simpson 3 hair comb over, YOU NEVER MENTION IT! My husband has a full head of thick hair, yet just to get under his skin last night I told him he was balding. I'm going to ask it again, what is wrong with me? The funny thing is that last night I felt better immediately after the "I hate Mike" parade of insults was over. Oh how I forgot about how crazy these infertility drugs make you.
Today I felt great. I felt like myself again. Maybe I just needed a good vent at his expense, but thankfully I have an amazing husband who will take it. He may not sit there and just let me yell at him. He definitely gave me a bit of my own medicine last night. However in the words of my awesome husband who loves me unconditionally, "I'm glad we are cut from the same material".
My appointment is at 9am tomorrow. Fingers crossed that I am going to trigger. I will update as soon as I can.