Honey, are you hormonal?

That's what my lovely husband (Mr A) asked me a couple of nights ago. After more than 3 years TTC, you would have thought he would know better. If there was a sharp object within reach, he could have been in serious trouble.
Had a visit from AF late on Wednesday night. It was a bit more painful than usual and I was having a woe is me moment. Then the tears started, and I was going on and on about not wanting to go through more IVF blah blah blah. I was having a bad night. Then I get a "honey, are you hormonal?" WTF? Does he not value his life?
I've been feeling a bit ordinary since. Really emotional. I feel like I have had enough of this assisted conception thing and I want to get on with my life. Work is giving me the shits and I want to find a new job. But how can I when I need time off for IVF? A new employer wouldn't appreciate me having days off at a time when I have egg collection, or having to duck out for other random appointments. Why do I worry about how this will effect everyone else but myself? Maybe I should just do what I have to do in order to keep myself happy and bugger everyone else.

I will probably be ok again in a couple of days. I just need to suck it up and get on with it. Stim #4 in July. I have to do it. I can't put it off any longer.

Oh, and the herbs still suck!!