Plans never work out the way you think they are going to, ask April Kepner if you don't believe it. After waiting twenty-eight years to find the right person she decided to throw caution to the wind and slept with her best friend, after all something that felt so good couldn't be bad, right? And boy did it feel right!
Well, turns out that God, the universe or whatever higher power you may choose to believe in doesn't agree with her.
So now she's here, involved in an undefined pseudo romantic relationship with her best friend, not a virgin for her hypothetical future husband and to top it all possibly pregnant out of wedlock with said friend's child.
It wasn't supposed to happen like this, she had a plan, she was supposed to be married to the love of her life and when she told her husband they were going to be parents in one of the cheesiest ways ever they would be extremely happy about it, but in the memorable words of Meredith Grey "plans don't mean anything."
And that just sucks.