I would love nothing more right now than for this ordeal to be over with already, but it isn’t to be. The hcg number is still going up slightly, according to this morning’s blood draw. Fourteen thousand something last week, fifteen thousand something today. So back for another ultrasound I go tomorrow morning. I have no idea what will happen after that. Maybe methotrexate, I guess, maybe Cytotec, maybe a D&C. Fuck. I don’t even know what to hope for at this point. The past week already felt like the longest week of my life, waiting for the next blood draw and the results. Obviously, this is not what I was hoping for. I don’t know what to think or feel right now. I think the only surety in this situation is that whatever comes next will be anything but fun. There’d better be painkillers.
Update: D&C scheduled for Friday morning. There will be Vi.codin.