Benefits of Male Cleavage

Last night I was reminded why I should quit my job.

At only 2 hours a week (a measly subsistence until a later date), one would consider this a non issue and tell me to buck up. But each evening when the pregnancy fog settles in, it lingers with impermeable exhaustion, nausea, a broken coccyx, swollen feet, a back that might snap in half with further movement, and an unmentionable and undesirable condition.

First came the heavy thought of "great, now I have to bend over and tie my running shoes!", followed closely with a pathetic "What's the point? I can't stand for very long or run anyway".

Forging ahead, I did lace up my shoes, heaving slightly as my rotund belly hung like a rock between my knees. Finally vertical and with one monumental task down, I grabbed my music and wobbled my way to the car at a pace even a turtle could beat.

Life size posters of fit, attractive people and their body parts line the testing center walls. Makes sense considering that I work for a health and fitness industry.

As I found a treadmill and began walking at a way-too-fast-for-me-lately pace of 3mph, I glanced over and saw the same set of brown skinned male abs and pectoral muscles I have seen a million times. Except this time the naked chest was inches from my face and I could not help but noticed this man had cleavage! An actual deep cleavage crevice where one might lose some small change or a cell phone.

That's when it hit me:

Just like this man had to flex to achieve such a crevice (or let's hope he did!), I had to be flexible enough to realize I would make it out of my current foggy crevice. That in just a few months time I would easily be able to bend over, lace my anxious feet back into my shoes, walk like a typical human- maybe even run. That the unmentionable pregnancy condition would be gone, this babe will be here, and instead of having to leave work after one hour, I could manage a few extra.

Thank You for the hope, male cleavage.