I used to tell my perinatologist and my diabetes educator that I was "rarely surprised" when they asked how my blood sugars were doing.
This morning, though, I was really surprised at my fasting. I haven't woken up to an over 200 blood sugar reading in a long time. Come to think of it, this was the second time this week that I had been really shocked at a high number. The first time was the day I made a special dessert for a holiday. My son asks frequently that I make "that pudding with bananas and vanilla wafers." So I did since it was a special occasion. I was almost certain I bought the sugar free pudding. I know I used skim milk. I was sure I would be higher than normal after our meal that night, but I really didn't expect to be 341. And with the new Byetta medication, I assumed I would have dropped more than 14 points in three hours; I was still in shock to see 327 before bed. Even though I had done well with potato chips since starting Byetta, I blamed the higher readings on potato chips that night.
Now, last night I was dealing with just a wee bit of stress (read: total meltdown), so I indulged in some ice cream. Actually, what I did was get rid of it. If it hadn't been in the house I don't think I would have wanted any. Anyway, the point of that was to say that I've had ice cream before bed a number of times and I don't know that it's ever shot me over 200 for my fasting.
I was really having trouble figuring out why I was so high. Normally when I have (sort of) unexplained highs, I can blame my menstrual cycle. But I'm actually several days post-menstrual cycle not several days pre-menstrual cycle. And then I made the connection with the pudding. Last night as my son was polishing off the dessert, I shared a few bites with the baby. That had to be it. I felt better thinking that I had figured it out, but it still didn't make complete sense because I'm almost positive I bought sugar free pudding. I'll have to put on my detective hat and check out the pudding aisle very carefully next time I go to the store.




