most of you know the story. ttc has been a rough old ride for us. today dh played football in a local cup. his team beat the top of the league 5-2 in the semi final. I am v happy for him. he is the secretary and takes all the training sessions every weds. plays footie every sun. tomorrow I ovulate. all the signs are that I will ov from the tubed side, which has been very rare since the ep. so tonight is CD13, and a good one.
I went to see him in the pub at 2 (he was there since 12) and asked him not to get too drunk. promised him a hot bath, takeaway, with me in slinky lingerie for pudding. I am v careful not to turn sex into baby-making and have been trying to spice up our sex life for quite a while.
so he rolls in at 7. ds is still up and dh throws him around and tickles him. i hate ds seeing him drunk, so I am pissed off. he is slurring his words to the point where he is barely coherant.
i asked dh to go upstairs and grab the baby wipes for me. 10 mins later he's still not down. i go up and he is lying in bed. wide awake and fully dressed. doesnt think he has done anything wrong.
he is now fast asleep. pissed, stinky and sleeping.
I am so, so pissed off with him.
AIBU? i can take it!