Mothers of more than one child often joke about how with Baby #1, we’re totally into eating clean, exercising, carefully taking all our prenatal vitamins, going for monthly check-ups, and centering our entire beings around this miraculous life that is blossoming in our bellies. By Baby #2, we largely forget it exists and swallow a handful of vitamins sometime in the third trimester, hoping for the best.

WELL… I AM ON BABY #4.

Hello potato!

So I’m somewhere close to 6 months I think and we’ve only been to the doctor once. Sorry Baby #4 I do love you honestly I do and you were totally planned you can ask Aunty Gowri but I’m so lazy I love you.

Anyway, we went to the gynae to find out the sex of the baby! And to also check that baby was ok. Because, baby is really very chill. Sleeps all day, wiggles and kicks a bit at night. I forget baby is around sometimes.

Baby #4’s gender reveal…

The ultrasound looks like what a therapist would show you to determine your psyche. Gowri sees an eel. Everyone sees a head. Jeremy sees a penis. What do you see?

Jeng jeng jennnnng! Two pictures of Baby #4 side-by-side. Showing the gender. I was going to say what the gender is, but then FJ said he was keeping his baby’s gender a secret until it’s born SO IMMA DO THE SAME.

Also, I weigh 77kg now.

That’s all for this week’s update of the pregnancy bye.