When we lived in Sweden our oldest boy slept in our bed until he was ten months and then got his own bed, when we cane back here space was an issue somee decided to sleep "japanese". At first I had some kind of romantic image of this, how it would bring us all closer together and such, after a few weeks I was sick of it. The lack of space, small feet in my face, in my back, warm like hell, someone pulling my blanket at four am and so on. Now, after a couple of months we are all kind of used to it - the kicking is not sombad anymore. I like it and it sure saves a lot of space, not to be underestimated in a small apartment. I do look forward to when the little one stop being breast fed and thus can sleep on his own though. But that mot not happen since, strange as it sounds, finding a child-sized futom seems very tricky. We can not fit four full size futons into our bedroom...