The dilemma of settling for Mr Average in order to fulfill the dream of being a mother is something that so many women face. To compromise our feminism in pursuit of a man to realise that biological happy-ever-after dictated by our ovaries is a hard choice.But when a dark - and really awful - drunken fumble in a toilet with the worst tinder match ever results in an unexpected visit from the stork... Could this be the answer?The nightmare-fantasy of the wrong choice with the wrong guy that instead ends up making all your dreams come true.Unless of course you end up elbows deep in shitty nappies. On your own.
