DP has finally got a referral back to the urologist, 18 months after his embolism which obviously didn't work on his varicocele. Maybe things can get moving once again.
It's such a small thing but I think I'm happy - at this point I'm so beaten up by lockdown and 3 years of TTC (and failing) that I think I struggle to feel much at all beyond "hungry" and "sleepy".
I would love to hear about your small wins/victories on this dark, dark journey that we're on.