We had three daughters – Bailey (age 6), Sam (age 4), and Jade (age 2) and one son – Shane (newborn).  Remember the psychic on the plane from Atlanta to Las Vegas?  Seems that her powers were legit!  My husband had sweated out eight years and three daughters before he got a son.  He told me that it was a “man thing” that every man wanted a son to pass on his name.  I didn’t care what kind of “thing” it was; I was ready to be done with pregnancy, nursing, diapers, and 2:00 am feedings.  This was it for me whether it was a boy or a girl.  The only disheartening part is that I will never get another six week sex amnesty for the rest of my life.  I always dreaded my six week postpartum check-up.  It was the only excuse I had to keep my husband away from me.  My husband, on the other hand, had a count down on his calendar with a big red circle around the word SEX.  Not like I already had a lot on my plate with not one but three children, a newborn, two dogs, a new move, a new house and a new town.  Now the doctor gives you the red light to resume sex.  Woo-hoo just another thing to add to my to-do list, thanks Doc.  If you really wanted to help me out you would have given me a prescription that said, “No sex until the baby is out of diapers.”  Men just don’t get it.  When you spend your whole day with a child sucking on your boob, changing dirty diapers, wiping spit up off the floor, and chasing after toddlers, do men really think you are in “the mood”?  You don’t have to be a rocket scientist to figure that one out.  But no, it is the same thing every night around 11:00 pm he comes in the bedroom and interrupts what little time to yourself you have had all day and starts rubbing your back.  I am all for a good back rub if the end result doesn’t always have to be sex.  The problem is that the only time my husband gives me a back rub is when he wants sex.  It is so predictable that it is actually insulting.  I am not one of Pavlov’s dogs.  My mouth does not start to water when the back rub starts and I have an insatiable appetite for sex.  Give me more credit than that (although that is all it takes for a man).