Throughout my second pregnancy, my husband thought the baby was another girl. However, this pregnancy looked and felt much different than my first, so I guessed it was a boy. I carried much lower and all out front. Everyone I came into contact with was convinced the baby was a boy—strangers on the street would look at me and say nothing but, “That’s a boy,” and keep on walking. All I wanted to eat were cheeseburgers and more cheeseburgers. I was right: It was a boy!
Pregnancy number three was tricky because there were a mix of indicators, but my husband again thought it was a girl. I carried the baby low, but also wide. People weren’t consistent with their guesses. All I wanted to eat was fruit and candy … and more fruit … and a lot more candy. Verdict: Girl!
So the position of the baby (high vs. low and wide vs. all out in front) doesn’t seem to be a strong indicator, but my food cravings have been consistent across three pregnancies. With both girls, I ate fruit and candy like it was going out of style. I don’t normally eat a lot of candy, but during those pregnancies I would easily down an entire bag of Sour Patch Kids in a single sitting. I would eat so many of them so quickly that the sour little flavor-crystals would burn my tongue and the roof of my mouth … but that didn’t stop me from eating another bag the following day. Yikes!
With my son, however, I can remember coming home from work one evening and announcing to my husband that I needed a cheeseburger and I needed it now. I didn’t have a single craving for anything sweet. It was all meat products, all the time.
Here we are now with baby number four on the way, and again, we’re all full of guesses. I seem to be carrying lower and out front, more like I did with baby No. 2 (a boy). As for food cravings? Well, the other day I was sitting in the car, waiting for the 5-year-old’s dance class to finish up, when I realized I was hungry … so I found a snack. Midway through that snack, I realized what I was doing. I texted my husband to inform him that I was sitting in the car, eating a bag of bacon that I had been carrying around with me all day … you know, just in case. Based on my “Safety Bag of Bacon” (and the many cheeseburgers I’ve been consuming), I’m going to guess that baby No. 4 is a boy.