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7:46AM
Re: Pregnancy Dreams
I had my first real “pregnancy dream” last night and it sure was bizarre. I had a baby girl at 20 weeks, but she was perfectly healthy and weighed 8 lbs. However, because she was early, we were completely unprepared and didn’t have anything. I couldn’t figure out how to breast and get the breastpump working. I was calling out to work but only for the one day because "i felt fine" but I needed to take the time to figure out how to feed the baby?? And apparently we were in my childhood bedroom at my parent’s house.
One was that I went into labor, and I refused to believe it was real labor again (because I didn't have any back labor like last time, so of course it wasn't labor yet, duh!), so DH had to deliver the baby in our bedroom. We called the OB and she was telling us we had to get to the hospital before the end of the day. It was evening and we still hadn't gone. I told DH we needed to go to the hospital and he was like, "but everyone is fine. Do we really need to go?" And I was like "We don't even know how much this baby weighs! We need to go!" And I was also doing a horrible job of nursing her regularly, and kept forgetting to do it. In reality if we were even close to a home delivery DH would call an ambulance immediately, and nursing frequently enough is a HUGE concern for me. This dream was so strange and so not realistic.
Another one was we were heading to the airport and we met another family who also had a toddler. My parents were with us and the grandmother in the other family was Constance Shulman (from Orange is the New Black and the voice of Patty Mayonnaise). So Constance was saying it would be so fun to switch granddaughters and they would take DD to Kauai for two weeks with them. And I was like "uhhh, I don't know about that." And then the next thing I knew, my mom had their granddaughter and DD and this other family with Constance were gone! I ran all over the airport trying to find them, and headed to the gates where flights were going to Hawaii. My family, including DH, didn't think this was a big deal so no one was helping me try to get DD back. I finally started yelling for help and some airport employees were going to help me find them. And then I woke up and had to pee. So of course I had to check DD on the monitor and make sure she was still in her crib. She was. Whew. But that really makes me think about how once you're through security, no one questions you when you're traveling with a small child, and that's kind of disconcerting.
And here's Constance for reference:
I do remember though feeling somewhat relieved that I could leave my job and look at options closer to my house. Right now I am gone from 7am-5/5:30pm Monday-Friday. My commute really makes my day suck, but otherwise I do love my job so it would be hard to say goodbye to it.
Married: Oct 2015
TTC #1: Sept 2016
BFP: 10/19/16 ~ blighted ovum ~ D&C 11/23/16
BFP: 3/24/17
TTC #2: July 2018
BFP: 8/26/18
And last night I dreamt I had to find this guy I dated in college and told him this baby was his and I’m keeping it. And apparently I had to rule out 3 other guys I dated in college as the father?! Why is dream me so slutty?! 😣
Its always about the end of the world and we have to run for shelter. My 2 most terrifying nightmares have been about miscarrying. Woke up crying.
I dreamt this baby was born, and somehow my high school boyfriend and his parents had custody (?!). So I was in mediation/negotiations with them to try to get my baby to be able to come home with me, DH was nowhere to be found, but MIL showed up with a lawyer as I was trying to explain to those people that the baby was not related to them! They named him Dylan.