When I woke up this morning, I thought it was just a weird dream. Once I called hubby, though, he confirmed my memory.
I didn't go to bed til 2am or so again after trying desperately to get ahead in my work hours. As usual, I gave up on work when Maggie fussed about sleeping in the crib, so I got her and took her to bed with me. Sometime in the next couple hours, hubby nudged me and said, "Where's Maggie?" I looked to my right, where I expected her to be, and she wasn't there. I didn't want to tell him I'd lost the baby! As I peered over the edge of the bed, I saw her just lying there on the floor.
"Oh, she's right here," I told him as I picked her up and snuggled her in with me again. Silly girl (me and her!).
Luckily, the house is essentially as child-proofed as it can get since she can get off the bed on her own and frequently does so as we're waking up in the morning. She was fine, just bored on the bed last night, apparently.