The best laid plans gang oft aglae

Or something like that.
Shopgirlove had intended a Lenten post extraordinaire. A picture of la Tour du beurre in Rouen juxtaposed nicely with that old trick turning the lady o' the lake into the tart of fourth grade. (Shopgirlove hopes to avoid any contact with lawyers from corporate America by clearly not identifying a national chain of dairy products in any way that might incur prejudice or otherwise get her into trouble.)
However, two dear readers called the emergency line to complain that Shopgirlove had yet to weigh in on Bridget's Baby Daddy...The problem with this story, to paraphrase Gertrude Stein, is that there is no there there. What is the message behind the story of a guy who knocks up the girl he's about to dump? Condom's 'R Good? Oh well, two readers constitute a surge for Shopgirlove, so she will try to unearth some cultural relevance from this story.
I dedicate the following to B. and J.P.:

Shopgirlove was a boo-boo. Since she was conceived before Roe v. Wade and paternity tests, Shopgirlove's Mam had limited options before her. Have a child and relinquish it for adoption. Travel to another country for an abortion or undergo the procedure illegally in a back alley in her own country. Coerce her boyfriend into marriage and hope he did the "right thing". And last, but by no means least, be a single mother in an era that had little compassion for woman not legitimized by their relationship to a man.

Bridget Moynahan has very few cards stacked against her. She can identify her Baby Daddy- and raise the child by herself-while Brady, who by all accounts is a stand up kind of guy, will undoubtedly be present in this child's life. Few, however, would be surprised if Mr. Q.B. of all time were the central character in a future tell-all memoir published in 2041.