men having a baby

After much soul-searching, I have finally come out of the closet. It was pointless denying it any longer. Judging by the sniggers and knowing looks, everyone ­probably knew already. So I just came out with it: ‘I want a baby.’
I want to cradle the little mite in my arms. I want sleepless nights and ­afternoons in the park. I want to spend a small fortune every Christmas and moan about house prices in school catchment areas. In short, I’m broody.