Lookin' Up...

So to my surprise yesterday, the ship pulling into a port. Since William and I haven't really been talking, he didn't tell me until yesterday morning that they were pulling in. I was sort of happy to talk to him. At first it was awkward. But it gave us the chance to hash out a few of the things I have been wanting to talk about but haven't been able to do in an e-mail because he doesn't really like to sit down and write long emails. We worked on our compromising thing. We are both going to work together on the household chores, and work together on helping out with Noah. Some things are just over whelming some times.

So I feel like everything is going to get better now. Right now they are enjoying a concert on the ship. Which should be nice, it's not a band I would call my fave but I enjoy a few of their songs. I'm not too sure on when they leave. He never really tells me a whole lot. Which is probably for the best. He did tell me something last night that I wasn't expecting. I had told him about a special dinner I had planned, and the desserts I was going to cook to go with it. He waited until he was all the way back to the boat to let me know he couldn't eat what I was going to cook because the PRT was coming up, that he had to be on a diet and lose 20 pounds.

Why does this upset? Because I planned this meal for the first night he is home, he led me to believe I can cook it, that he wanted it, that everything was fine. And then all of a sudden he has the PRT coming up. And everytime he comes home I always bake him a bunch of goodies, cookies, cake, whatever. Now he doesn't want that. He has been eating nothing but salads trying to lose the weight. And my husband gags when he eats salad... he calls it grass. I just don't know what to believe anymore. Or even what to say. And all of a sudden he is over protective? My husband is never over protective. I just don't know... I thought things were lookin' up... maybe not...