Today I had a follow-up with my dietician, Jane. Jane is a very animated person with a lot of good ideas about how I can actually enjoy eating without turning my child into the Incredible Hulk and sending my pancreas to an early grave.
First of all, I weigh exactly the same today as I did last Thursday. I'd be lying if I said that didn't make me smile just a bit. It's nice for the fat pregnant lady to get one week out of 40 where she isn't growing, or shrinking, but just staying the same. ahhhhhh....
My pancreas is apparently a "day person" as opposed to being a "night owl"...during the day it seems I can pretty much eat at will (Starbucks muffin for breakfast, brownie with dinner--but not in the same day) and my "little pancreas that could" has no problem churning out the insulin. PAR-tay...
However, nighttime is a different story. My pancreas apparently thinks it was hired to work in 14 hour shifts and between 11pm and 9am, it is pretty much off-duty, turning my veins into an all night rave for the sugar. Thus, my morning blood readings are ever-so-diabetic. Ah well, so much for the terbutaline theory...(I still think I'm one step away from an "honorary" medical degree for that little discovery).
But get this--Jane recommends 1/2 a bagel and "a lot" of cream cheese as my night time snack. Cream cheese and bread??!! Hell, yeah, I can do that!! And it's GOOD for me?! Sign me up. Dr. Atkins can kiss my carby ass! I was afraid she was going to say "eat a hard boiled egg before going to bed" and I was going to have to vomit on her shoes. Apparently the fat in the cream cheese will counteract the carbohydrate in the bagel and help it digest more slowly....I have very little idea what that means for my insulin, but it means I get to eat 1/2 a bagel and cream cheese at 10pm.
I'm wondering if that means I can slather a bunch of cream cheese on a chocolate brownie and have the same effect...
Jane is the Mary Poppins of dieticians--she recommended a spoonful of Splenda on pretty much everything I eat. I love this Jane woman.
As for the little man, I think he is trying "moon" me, in utero. I'm pretty sure I have a baby butt sticking out of my belly right now. He seems to enjoy interacting with husband and I these days. If husband puts his hand on my belly, a leg or an arm, or hand or foot will greet him with a big old kick. Although, it's hard to tell if we are amusing him or being the annoying, loud neighbors and he's trying to shoo us off of his property.
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I can't imagine having my sugar taken away! take anything but keave my chocolate alone!
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