He’s east coast/she’s west coast
He’s a sex therapist/she’s the “Naughty Mommy”
He has two boys/ she has two girls
He’s going grey/ she’s a fiery red-head
He’s a hot-head/she’s even-tempered
He’s urban/she’s suburban
He’s a working dad/ she’s a stay at home mom
He’s a whiskey drinker/she likes wine
He does it twice a week (if lucky)/ she still has a baby (so it’s not fair)

Says Ian: “If parenthood has taught me one thing it’s that, irrespective of my public persona as a relationship expert, I am far from being an expert in my own relationship. Like many a new father, life after baby #1 left me confused and conflicted, not to mention sleepless, sexless, hard up, and horny. And just when I thought life couldn’t get any hornier, along came baby #2 to take my horniness to new dimensions of dementia. There was a point when everything made me think of sex. One time my wife, Lisa, was reading the Dr. Seuss classic Hop on Pop to our toddler, Owen, and I found myself thinking, “Hey, baby, why don’t you come over here and hop on this pop?” Let me tell you: when even Dr. Seuss makes you think of sex, that’s when things have to change.

Says Heidi: “Ten years ago, before kids and mortgages and All That, my husband, JB, and I were experts in the language of love. If sex is a form communication, well, back then we were on the unlimited calling plan. We may not have always talked explicitly about the details, but we never had trouble communicating; we never had trouble connecting, physically or emotionally. But after the baby: bye-bye language of love, bye-bye unlimited calling plan. Hello pre-paid calling cards with desperately low minutes.”