Hawthers really sorry to hear that - all you lot have made me feel better about why it happened so thank you. Still have to deal with the aftermath though, dreading this week as well.
To inject some amusement into my litany of moans, will explain why I am posting at 5.20am - tonight was master's guest night at the school DH teaches at - basically formal hall, black tie and academic gowns and every master brings one distinguished guest (anyone they like except wives/husbands, grr). Anyway I had a little dinner party of my own with some friends and fellow abandoned spouses and a jolly time was had by all, they left around 11. DH then calls to say he has forgotten his keys, dinner is over but port/single malt in the library still going strong etc. No prob - I went to bed but slept fitfully, expecting the doorbell to ring any minute.
At 3.15am(!!) he and his guest roll in, go straight into the living room and proceed to watch the first act of wagner's Rhinegold on DVD with DH singing along (full volume) with the rhinemaidens and friend singing alberich. I was apoplectic - apart from the fact that i couldnt sleep we have downstairs neighbours. rang both their phones, texted, called the landline - finally got up and they wouldn't stop so I went back to bed hugely pissed off, determined to keep a dignified but furious silence until the next morning.
DH came to bed around 4.45 stinking of alcohol - crashed around a bit then got into bed. I made it clear I was awake but furious but then he suddenly put his arm round me and hand on the bump, bump gave him an almighty walloping kick and he burst into tears!!! Then wept into the back of my neck that he was so happy to have me and excited about the baby and was afraid of ever losing me, he was sorry to have woken me, I needed my rest etc. He rarely gets drunk and even then is not usually maudlin and he was being so silly that i started laughing which he thought was me crying, which made him more upset - and then he fell asleep literally in the middle of a sentence and is now snoring like a grampus!!!
Anyway the rugby is on in 40min now - I will doze on the sofa watching while he will do all my dinner party washing up as penance when he surfaces with the world's worst hangover around lunchtime - according to friend between 7.30 and 2am they had sherry, glasses of fizz, couple of glasses of white with starter, another few of red with main, dessert wine, port with the cheese and finally an (uncounted) number of glasses of laphroig!!