Momma Nik Takes Note

"It's just a whim Scott." "A whim?" "When you do something just because you feel like it." If you didn't grow up in the early 90s, over-watching Wee-Sing in Sillyville, you probably won't recognize the above dialogue between Scott and the talking tree. I'm guessing few people outside of my immediate family will even have a clue of what I'm talking about. Those lines kept running through my mind last night as I fell asleep because I did something on a whim: I applied for a part-time writing job with Romper about parenting, pregnancy, etc. It wasn't just a whim though, it was a silly whim. Why? Because I have no real writing experience to speak of and had no idea what I would put on my resume or include in my portfolio of work samples. I saw the job posting and thought, "That would be fun." I entertained the idea for a couple of hours and when my husband got home from work, I debated not even telling him about it un...

For years yoga felt uncomfortable to me even though I was pretty flexible; it didn't feel like exercise and holding awkward poses seemed like a waste of time. I would attempt it once or twice in any given year and reaffirm that it was not for me. After having my fourth baby, my pelvic organ prolapse was so bad that my doctor recommended not running, lifting or doing any high impact exercise until I stopped breastfeeding, my hormones normalized and things had improved "down under." Since I was planning to breastfeed for a year, I knew that I would be going without  real  exercise for at least a year... that sounded like a death sentence to me, especially since I had already gone without exercising for six months prior to Zach's birth. Anyone who has known me for any length of time knows that exercise is my outlet and a source of joy. If I'm struggling to find happiness in my life, I can play basketball, soccer or do a hard workout and my outlook won't feel ...