My mother planned for me. She didn't plan what to do once she got me but she thought a long time before bringing me to be. She didn't care that my donor father didn't want to celebrate in the joys of having me. He'd made that clear from the get go. That's okay. We always felt it was his loss.
It was all written in a blog stored out in the galaxy. My mother and I used to check some days for perspective. When we couldn't remember why he wasn't here. Over time, we looked less and less.