The woman was making the best of a shitty situation.
I am constantly amused by the lengths people will go to in order to excuse any bad behaviour so long as it is attached to a vagina.
You call it a "shitty situation", as if it were a cancer diagnosis, or some other chance misfortune which fell randomly upon her from a great height.
You say she was "making the best of it", as if she were attending to it herself, rather than seeking strangers to do it for her.
In truth, since the "woman's right to choose" is enshrined by our society as all but holy, and perhaps even that, since the exercise of that right is readily and freely available, and since women's contraceptives are so easily and readily available that it is deemed a "war" upon the female sex itself if an employer declines to pay for them, pregnancy is no longer a misfortune, much less a random one.
It is a choice. She has chosen to be pregnant, has chosen to remain so, and has chosen to seek someone other than the father to shoulder a great portion of the responsibility and trouble of it.
She is free to make these choices, but with freedom to make choices comes responsibility for the consequences thereof.