So after a lot of internal reflection and such, I've confirmed that the root of my nocturnal nookie episodes. Stress. Massive amounts of stress that make me hornier than a goat in spring.
It happened again last night. We've been going through some changes at work and it's made me a little... well, edgy. So, true to form, I unconsciously jumped my husband.
We discussed it the next day because I'm like that. I'm introspective and I like to talk about it with the people who are close to me. Mostly so they know what's going on.
"I've figured it out. I jumped you because I was stressed about that meeting at work," I said.
"Yep," he responded.
"Did you realize I was stressed?"
"So that's it. Apparently, when I'm stressed, you can expect me to get really frisky when I'm asleep."
"I just roll with it."
Apparently, I'm married to Phil Robertson.