Yes, thread title might be sightly melodramatic, but I am pregnant, hormonal, tired and ill, so in this case my blubbery-ness is justified (I think?)
My AIBU is dh-based. I've been trying to shake off a nasty cough and cold for the past two weeks (am 34 wks pregnant), which dd has also had. I'm finally coming to the end of it but now am just feeling lethargic, shattered and overall crappy.
DH went out for a friend's birthday last Sat, didn't come home till the early hours (which is fine, I'm not his mother) but it meant he was passed out the next morning so I had to get up with dd at 6:30am (still feeling ill) and make myself breakfast and everything on Mother's Day (after he had promised that it would be 'special'). He eventually got up at 9am and was full of apologies, 'I'll do this, I'll do that'. He then went upstairs to write my card and when he came back down it was really lovely, and he had gotten me a present from dd too.
It's such a mixture between loveliness and crappiness - usually any cards or pressies from dd via him make me cry, and although it was beyond lovely, I had been up since 6:30am and just felt like crap, to be honest, so the moment was kind of ruined.
Anyway, after a looooong week my friend invited me out to the cinema last night. In the afternoon I felt really, really tired and rubbish, to the point where I didn't want to go (however, this was my only chance of any fun so I did go - at one point thought I was going to pass out in the cinema and was desperately trying to point my face towards the air-con to try and cool down).
When I got home dh was up playing Playstation (fine). I told him I needed a hug and was duly informed that I just had to wait 2 minutes for him to finish his game. Then cue loveliness, putting me to bed (at which point we discovered a red rash all over one side of my bump, which is itchy and looks kind of pus-y. Sorry if tmi, I don't think it's anything lethal, it just added to how shitty I was feeling, if you see what I mean.)
At this point (11pm) dd wakes up and starts yelling in her bed. DH says 'you stay there' to me and goes to lie down with dd. But Playstation obviously proves too tempting as he gets up to go back downstairs, and dd starts wailing again. After about 5 mins it is clear he is not coming back up, but she is in the room next to me so impossible for me to sleep through it, plus in my ill emotional state her crying gets me all upset so I go in to lie with her.
After a while he comes up and does the whole 'oh no, you go back to bed' thing, but I think I have her settled so I tell him to go to bed. He makes me promise to come get him if i can't sleep. After an hr or so my presence is obviously too distracting for dd who keeps getting up to hug/headbutt me in the dark, so I go into the bedroom to get him. He is not there. He is downstairs playing Playstation (and would not have come up unless I'd left her crying for about 15 mins, it would seem).
So... he spends the night with her (for which I am very thankful) but this morning he has to go to work. I am still feeling crap and upset about itchy rash, so I suppose am being a bit morose. He gets dd up, changes her and gets me some cream for bump. He then offers to bring me up a cup of tea (very kind) but I say 'no, I'll have to go downstairs in a minute anyway so I'l have it down there.'
Anyway, he then gets up to leave without making me the tea. I know this sounds so pathetic and IABU, but it just upset me that I am clearly feeling so crap, have an entire day of looking after dd ahead of me (including making her breakfast straight away so I won't even get to eat for a while). He must have sensed my iffiness, so i told him I was upset he didn't make the tea and instead of 'oh, I'm so sorry' he started going 'f**cking hell' under his breath and doing a 'you are insane' eye roll at me. He then said angrily 'I have to leave for work!' and tried to kiss me, which of course I turned away from as I was pissed off by his reaction and feel like crap, and he stormed out slagging me off and slammed the door.
He is so kind on one hand but I just feel like he never, ever puts me first. AIBU? Maybe this is just life.....