My husband, Lars, sits up in bed, excitedly pointing to the CNN news graphic. "Jeez! The average married couple has sex three times per week. Boy, am I deprived."

I suppress a groan, hoping I won't have to make up for lost time. Before baby Max was born, I loved sex. But caring for a colicky 2-month-old, who wakes screaming and clutching his stomach three times per night, exhausts me. I can't remember how an uninterrupted night of sleep feels but I bet I'd enjoy it. When I finally get Max to sleep, I fall into bed exhausted, sex my last priority.

Lars has a reversed priority list. He finds me twice as sexy since I had Max, even though I wear striped PJs with footies. He flashes me a hopeful look and gives me the body-hug that signals he's in the mood.

All I want is sleep but we haven't made love for a while so I agree. Max's ear-piercing shriek jars us. Whew. It will take a half-hour to resettle colicky Max and by then Lars will be asleep. My pediatrician tells me colic usually resolves itself by 3 months. I look forward to craving something besides shuteye.

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