DH told me yesterday that he's happy. He's had a tough year. His mother has been really ill; she's now in a nursing home and is completely dependent on us. Obviously he's had to deal with all this TTC nonsense. On top of that, at the moment he's working until 10pm every night, including most weekends. And yet, when the 3 of us were dancing in the kitchen yesterday, he turned to me and said "I'm happy". And so am I.