This morning's draw? 223. Ugh.
This led to a long conversation with the RE this morning. He's recommending methotrexate. Says that the pregnancy is now textbook for it being in my only remaining tube. It's growing, but not enough, and that's what happens when it's tubal.
I'm just sick.
This isn't my first go around with this chemotherapy drug. That's right, it's a chemo drug. Almost 2 years ago, I had a miscarriage that started. I bleed and my numbers were going down. They were monitoring the numbers until they returned to zero. Except, they started going back up, after hitting a low of 16. From BFP to finally getting a clean bill of health, it took 2 months.
Two months of bleeding, bi-weekly blood draws, and too many doctor appointments to count. I joke that was the pregnancy that wouldn't end.
I'm waiting for the doc to call me back with the details of when I'll go in to receive the methotrexate. I'm not looking forward to it. Last time, I had lots of nausea, was exhausted, and had painful mouth sores. Good times.
I'm so tired.