Well they're not remotely the same, are they, which is why I and others are wondering why a planned and wanted baby is somehow wrong and immoral and morally inferior to casual sex at the end of a night.
HOW babies come about is largely by-the-by: what matters, in my eyes, at any rate, is how they are treated once they ARE in the world. And any baby or child that is loved and cared for is just fine by my book :)
I don't look like either of my parents, in fact. Sometimes if I look hard at old photographs I see a hint of my dad around my jaw and a bit of my mum round my nose but overall I'm nothing like them. My mother was tiny! Really petite and dainty looking. I'm short but in no danger of being accused of delicate ness - I am not fat but I do have a more sturdy body type. They were both dark haired (my dad's hair was jet black and my mums dark brown) and my dad had blue eyes, mums were green. I am fair haired probably more mouselike but I have highlights and hazel eyes. My dad used to say I was a lot like his mum but she died when I was only 4. I've seen pictures and I'm like her in colouring but in my face I'm not, I think the mishmash of genes just created - ME!
For better or ill!
I suppose what I mean is that you never know which little person will come out. I don't doubt there would be difficult times ahead but I believe there are for all young people. I think most young people struggle with something, to be honest - I know I did (my road to self discovery was difficult to say the least and it is only within the last twelve months I have really identified as gay) and many other young people suffer with stress from exams, with parental expectations, with relationships, with parental relationships and yes, with identify, and I don't doubt a son or daughter would want a dad around and that they would wonder where they came from - but they'd be able to access all of that. It's not as if it's a sealed book, closed off forevermore.
I'm thinking back to myself as a teen and I got annoyed with my parents for playing sixties music in the car loudly
for cooking "horrible, disgusting" (ie nutritious, healthy!) food, and for being so unreasonable in not letting me go to the fair with my friends at 13 (mother - "there are funny men!") teenage years can be difficult but I don't know, I think, in the whole, if I had the choice between being raised by me and being raised in a traditional family that then underwent divorce, I'd pick me. Because this child will always be my priority and no one and nothing else.