Call me hormonal… cuz I think I am.
I just want to cry at everything. I’m on a progesterone supplement and I think that’s the main cause of this situation I find myself in. I went to a wake for a man I didn’t know, and just the sight of a dear friend in distress caused me to almost lose it (normally I can maintain myself in those kinds of situations).
Poor Frank got a dose of it this afternoon. ::sigh:: He handles it well.
Ok, I’m going to go work out and hope that it helps the situation.
AGH!!
emmy kay and co. 
Hang in there, Em!!!
Aw! I’m sorry. Progesterone does that to me sometimes, too. Not every time, which I always find unusual. But often. Infertility has helped me to learn more about the fact that I can function independent of my feelings… I call them my hormonal crazies. Sometimes I’m sane enough to tell I’m crazy/irrational/emotional but can’t force myself to feel any differently. Sometimes Bach Flower Rescue Remedy helps me, and other times Tahd just toughs it out and waits for the storm to pass. Thankfully, he’s a tough, stable guy. Frank sounds to be that way, too. Good luck and hang in there!