Crying Over Feta

So this morning I cried over feta.  Or, more to the point, over the lack of feta.  I wanted to make a salad to take to work for lunch.  It was to have lettuce, baby spinach, cherry tomatoes, avocado, roasted capsicum and crumbled feta.  Only there was no feta.  My husband had used the last of it in dinner last night.  Well, that just threw me over the edge.  I closed the fridge door (with a little more force than required), possibly stamped my foot, and then insisted that I could not possibly have normal cheese in my salad, I would have to have something completely different.

I then had to go off to my bedroom, curl up in a ball and cry.

Over feta.

Oh dear.

I'm not even allowed to eat feta.

I blame it (conveniently) on progesterone.  You see, I had a pretty good level of progesterone early on in my pregnancy, but the fertility specialist put me on some more just in case.  It's a common reason why pregnancies fail - a reduction in progesterone production.  The thing is, progesterone can make you teary and sad.  As I found out this morning.

I know there's no use crying over feta... but I just couldn't help it.