I came to parenthood by realizing in my 30s that I wanted to be a mother and have a family, and that while romantic love could come to me at any age, becoming a mother was somewhat time sensitive. I decided to pursue becoming a single mother by choice. At first, I sought fertility treatment and because of diminished ovarian reserve, nearly premature ovarian failure, in-vitro fertilization with donor sperm was recommended. I did two rounds, resulting in two mature eggs in the first round and only one in the second, and none resulted in any embryos by 24 hours. I had already heard of embryo donation through news stories previously and a part of me was always intrigued by the idea. I had even considered if my IVF had resulted in remaining embryos, I would want to donate. So, when this was presented as a possibility for me, I went for it with enthusiasm.  My daughter was the first donated embryo, untested, with a smooth pregnancy and now at 20 months old she is my delight. I have loved being a mother and being her mother. My only regret with the entire process was that at the time anonymous donation was presented as the only option without a chance for her to connect to her genetic origins until she is 18-years-old.  I hope that by pursuing embryo adoption there will be more opportunity for that kind of connection sooner for a future child, should it all work out.  My daughter and I live in the city with lots of young families and many libraries, museums, parks, ice cream and activities within walking distance. Even the pediatrician is only a few blocks away. We also belong to a small progressive church that we can walk to with many 'consider us an extra grandparent' members and babies/small children.  Even though we're only a little family, she has a baby-bestie only three weeks older she sees at least once a week and many unofficial aunties.  In terms of official family we are also very close: my house is a large rowhouse with an in-law suite where my brother lives. My mother and sister are a five-minute drive away, with distant family such as my grandmother at 100-years-young and cousins with small children an hours' drive. 
I work as a women's health nurse practitioner part-time in an office (a twenty-minute commute by car) and part-time at home via telehealth, allowing me a lot of flexibility to take care of my family and thankfully a lot of close attention during pregnancy.