DP and I have had a minor argument, and I believe I am right, he believes he is. I'm 12 weeks pregnant and feel like he has offered me no support over the past 12 weeks. I've been exhausted, vomiting my guts up, and feeling overall drained and riddled with anxiety. He has cleaned once in the past two weeks, made me dinner twice, and not once asked how I am feeling. He came down from our room this afternoon from a night shift and I could hardly understand what he was saying as he was mumbling at me. He snapped at me for something minor and walked out of the room. I asked him a very valid question and he just mumbled at me again. Turns out he's so tired because he went to bed 3 hours after his night shift because he was playing PlayStation. I had a go and slid his bag across the hall (yes, aggressively and it did hit the wall) and lost my rag. Told him I'm tired of him doing fuck all as usual. He called me a twat which I think was unnecessary and uncalled for.
How do I fix this? I don't believe I have done anything wrong and he doesn't think he has. I'm lost. I feel like I'm dealing with a petulant child and that I'm going this pregnancy alone. Hurting pretty bad right now.