I'm 6+2 pg and this last week the tiredness has really started to kick in. I have a busy job as a primary school teacher and tbh on the weekend I just want to collapse.
DP has his own business which involves long hours at weekends and late finishes. Last night there was a party in the village, and DP was desperate to go. I admit I was reluctant but agreed to go along.
Everyone else left for the party around 10pm. DP didn't finish work until 11, so I was quite honestly knackered before we even got there. I'd had a half hour nap around 9.30pm too.
When we got to the party it was really smoky and I was quite worried about the passive smoking. Then my stomach started to really cramp, badly. This went on for an hour and was really uncomfortable/worrying. I told DP but he just didn't seem to get it, kept asking me if I wanted to dance etc and in the end I got really snappy at him.
Around midnight I suggested leaving and he really didn't want to go home. I explained my stomach was killing me, I was getting worried about it plus really tired. He said it was fair enough if I wanted to go but he wanted to stay. I said I wasn't going to force him to leave and it was up to him what he did. I walked home (less than 5 mins) on my own.
He rolled in at 2.30am, woke me up and then kept me awake by snoring like a freight train all night. I finally got up, telling him he'd kept me awake all night at 9, not a word of apology from him. He will sleep as late as he can before work and then be good for nothing for a couple of hours.
So I'm feeling really narked with him, for not being sympathetic about how tired I am or about the stomach cramps (which ended up being nothing), for coming in so late and then keeping me awake and refusing to sleep on the sofa so I could get some proper sleep.
On the other hand he rarely gets to socialise properly because of the business and I don't actually begrudge him the odd night out and a few beers.
AIBU? I feel 
Grrrrrrrr......