When it comes to high blood sugar, I tend to think there are two different types. Those unfair, random ones that leave you guessing what happened. And the other ones, the ones you deserve.

Last night, I had a high that I deserved. Without a doubt, I deserved it.

In preparation for the next pregnancy (the thought of which leaves me in alternating states of excitement and sheer panic), my blood sugar goals are tight: 80 to 120. Pretty sure I'm not pregnant yet, I won't freak out if I'm 130 or 140 or even 150. But when I hit 200 last night, I knew I had to correct it.

And as I was sitting up at 2 a.m., excited that I got to use the correction bolus on my pump, but wondering how in the world I went to bed at 77 and woke up a few hours later at 200, I first thought it was one of those unfair, random highs. And from experience, I remember all too well, those random highs were the first sign I was pregnant last time. Like a week before the home pregnancy test confirmed it.

Then I considered my dinner (and my dessert), the amount of insulin I took and how I took just a normal bolus for it. Then I realized, I deserved to be high.

I probably should have square bolused for the meal of crab cakes, sweet potato fries and cole slaw. I'm sure the fat grams in that meal were double the carbs.

To top it off, we went for a walk after dinner. Right to the local Friendly's. I ordered a sundae to go to eat after putting the baby to bed. When I looked up the carbs on the internet, I put the spoon down immediately. One ice cream sundae had  90 grams of carbs! I gave it to the hubby to finish and bolused for about 30 grams. But I forgot to factor in the fat, and should have square bolused for that as well.

Needless to say, I deserved that high.