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My Pregnancy in Pictures

WEEK ONE
Oblivious to the bun in my own oven
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WEEK TWO
Blissfully oblivious

WEEK FIVE
Slightly less oblivious.
Tomorrow. Shit. Gets. Real.
#bloodtestresultspending

WEEK 7

WEEK EIGHT

WEEK NINE
Is this food bland enough for you baby?
If not, please, just send it straight back up

WEEK TEN
When you aren’t quite ready to announce your pregnancy,
but your massive norgs have a different idea

WEEK ELEVEN
WEEK TWELVE
Yes, this is a baby-bump.
No, I don’t want to hear your horrific birth story

WEEK THIRTEEN
Whoomp, there it is!

WEEK FOURTEEN
Giving Hayden a poke for Christmas,
after all he did give me one

WEEK FIFTEEN
Walking around all Christmas holidays, proudly sticking my little tummy out.
Looking back, I  really just appear to have had a big lunch
bodyconfmuch

WEEK SIXTEEN
Appetite level = Need more hands
WEEK SEVENTEEN

WEEK EIGHTEEN
#burnthebra

WEEK NINETEEN

WEEK TWENTY
#growing

WEEK TWENTY-ONE


WEEK TWENTY-TWO


WEEK TWENTY-THREE
WEEK TWENTY-FOUR


WEEK TWENTY-FIVE
#comfort


WEEK TWENTY- SIX

WEEK TWENTY-SEVEN

WEEK TWENTY-EIGHT
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WEEK TWENTY-NINE

WEEK THIRTY

WEEK THIRTY-ONE
When late-night snacking becomes a real problem.

WEEK THIRTY-TWO

WEEK THIRTY-THREE
Forgetting where I park erry day
#necessarymeasures #pregbrain

WEEK THIRTY-FOUR
Fingers crossed the day I go into labour is the day I’ve had motivation to shower

WEEK THIRTY-FIVE

WEEK THIRTY-SIX
Jet preparing me for life with a child
#youllneverbealone
WEEK THIRTY-SEVEN
One week morning sickness free and…

WEEK THIRTY-EIGHT
Heavy work all this page turning #waiting

WEEK THIRTY NINE
#curryupbaby
#wivestales

WEEK FORTY, MINUS ONE DAY
#hellobaby

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Restaurant Review

For those of you searching for a culinary experience like no other, look no further than Mum’s kitchen.

Nestled amongst the brick-front properties of Niddrie, Mum’s kitchen is the brainchild of John and Colleen Williamson, previous owners of Essendon’s highly acclaimed Spud’s Away.

The restaurant is located in a rather unassuming four bedroom house that’s quite easy to miss. However, step inside and the interior will give you the feeling of warm, home away from home hospitality.

Although not buzzing with activity this early in the week, it still had a good sense of energy and was comfortably filled with seemingly satisfied patrons.

To start with we were offered some barbeque shapes. Poppy and I shared one serve, which consisted of six full handfuls. We certainly could have shared a second order, though that is more a reflection on the moorish taste than the portion size.

For the main course, I decided I’d have the Pork Curry and saffron pumpkin, with a side salad of cucumber, red onion, capsicum, beetroot and lime pickle. The flavour of the perfectly spiced, tender pork pieces balanced the richness of the creamy, buttery pumpkin very well. Poppy ordered the Crunchy Kibble, which consisted of proteins derived from marinated chicken, mixed with carrots, served in a big silver bowl. The dish was executed perfectly, with a cup of warm rice mixed through the kibble, complimenting the flavours while also breaking up what would otherwise be quite a bland meal. The servings were small, but with an offer of ‘seconds’ for every diner, it was well worth it.

Where Mum’s Kitchen let’s itself down was in the desserts. I had quite a taste for the pavlova, which I had heard was on the menu around Christmas time. However on this night, we were only offered one option of chocolate sundaes, which we were instructed we would have to take a short drive to a nearby ‘Maccas’ to get. I’ve not heard of any other restaurants sending their patrons offsite before, however the maitre d’ insisted it was a very popular concept. I doubt it will take off and on this occasion we chose to go without.

Highlights of the night – owners Colleen and John have a vast wine list, which ranges from tawny port, up to your finer french champagnes, all offered by the glass or bottle.

Downfall – Unfortunately I was seated at a communal dining table next to a small noisy child, a crying baby and their high pitched American mother, who all seemed a bit sniffly.

Though I would love to be selfish and keep Mum’s Kitchen all to myself, the work of chef Colleen is too good to stay hidden for long. There’s no doubt a table at Mum’s Kitchen will quickly become the hottest reservation in town and at a max capacity of 20 seats (lounge and courtyard included) you’d want to get in quick.

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