Let me start from the beginning. 11 years ago I got pregnant and I knew it was a girl. I was vomiting all the time, couldn't keep anything down. I went for my ultrasound to tell me the gender and they told me she had passed and I'd have to have a D&C.; She passed a little over the 3m mark. I was devastated.

Five years ago I got pregnant for my son. I knew just before the 4w mark. I instantly knew he was a he. I swear all I ate was lemons, lemon juice, warheads candy, olives, pizza topped with fries. (Before I get crap about my diet, he was and still is completely healthy and I had zero complications besides my doctor wanted me to gain a little.) The only symptoms I had was sore breasts, tired and cravings. Either way I KNEW he was a he.

February of 2017 I found myself craving pizza and garlic butter like crazy. I peed on a stick, first thought? BOY! Sadly I lost the baby around my 7w mark. Also no nausea just sore breasts and cravings.

Fast forward to now. I'm 8w3d (4th pregnancy.) I'm craving lemon juice, chilli cheese chips topped with onions, Kit Kat bars, and burgers. Lol Honestly I didn't have any instinct on gender and still don't besides "there's two in there." which even that feeling comes and goes. I've dreamt that I was having boy/girl twins and identical twin boys and the doctor told me to choose which ones to keep I of course said all of them. But I won't know until Friday if there is more than one. I'm nauseous (no vomit, just feel it in my throat.) I'm way more tired than all my pregnancies combined. I'm already showing My boobs went from a 36C to a 36DD already!