Silly little fantasy

My silly little fantasy
is me
wearing your sweatpants, grey and baggy.
With my belly growing,
housing our little bean.
I'll walk the dog
about the neighborhood
and have rosy cheeks, you know,
that cliché pregnancy glow.
Naturally, my breasts would
grow to an outrageous size-
and that's the part you wouldn't mind.
We'd fall asleep each night
rubbing my tummy
until we have a baby
who looks like you
and looks like me.