I'm really struggling with this.

This book made me want to stab something. 

Nobody in it was likeable except Tiffany the former stripper and her husband Vid, who spoke like Gru. Everyone else acted like elementary schoolers. The passive aggressiveness, the snide comments, the two-faced behavior. Nothing spoke of adults. And the children were monsters, with the exception of Dakota who didn't have much of a personality at all.

The plot was so transparent I could see my hand through it. I had it figured out within about 50 pages. Nothing makes me angrier than a short story that was stuffed to make a novel. This was a prime example. Too much cliche plot filler, too much fluff, too much everything. And none of it was even good. This should have been a novella of max 40 pages. Not 400. Your eyes just glaze after a while. And with the audiobook, it JUST. KEPT. GOING. Every time I thought it was done, it pulled a Return of the King, and popped back up. God. 

Yes, this was a overhyped popular book with little substance, one-dimensional characters and a plot any middle grade could see.

Of course, the only character I like is Tiffany, the former stripper. 

But i can sort of sympathize with Erika.

With this speed up to 1.75x, Vid sounds like Gru from Despicable Me. It's sort of ruining the moment. 

Erika and Oliver want Clementine to be their egg donor. Fun story: I donated eggs twice when I was in my early 20s at the most successful fertility clinic in West Tennessee. It's not a complicated process, but it involved a lot of shots. I got asked by people about how I could possibly just give away my eggs and not feel anything about it, and i just shrugged and told them the process was anonymous and I was paid well. Plus I was helping people make families. Logically I have way more eggs than I could ever turn into babies. Why waste them? The most they ever retrieved was 24. My ovaries were screaming.