Maybe I'm still having that temper tantrum after all. Last night I bit B's head off during a conversation that went something like this...

B: So, one more month on the Clomid, huh?
Me: Yep.
B: And then we give up for a while?
Me: Yep.
B: My cousin, Lisa, said not to worry because it took them 8 months to get pregnant the first time. (Lisa has two kids and she got pregnant with both of them without any medical intervention.)
B starts snickering because he knows his last statement will make me furious.
Me: WELL EIGHT MONTHS IS A LITTLE DIFFERENT FROM EIGHTEEN, SHE NEEDS TO STAY OUT OF IT, AND I'LL WORRY ABOUT IT IF I WANT TO!