The last couple of nights I’ve woken with a start at 12:30 a.m. to find Baby K in bed with me, nursing. I get up after a while and put her back down in her room and go on with the rest of the night. The kicker: I have absolutely no memory of how she got in the bed in the first place. None. Nada. Can’t remember a thing. In fact, when I wake up, I think, “How did she get here?” (I know. I didn’t mean in that sense.) And the past couple of mornings, hubby (who likes to rehash the night, as if to emphasize just how bad it was), has insisted I got up and got K out of her crib and brought her back into bed with us.

What’s next, sleep driving?