Funny Husband is Funny.

Me: "I guess we're not going on our annual Memorial Day camping trip out to Memorial Campground."

Dave: "Why not?"

Me: "Are you kidding?  I'll be eight million months pregnant."

Dave: "Oh, that shouldn't matter.  We can still camp."

Me: "What if I go into labor?"

Dave: "Fort Hunter-Liggett must have medics.  And I have a multi-tool!"

How cats react to my pregnancy

Charlie - Full public defection.  The lap he used to enjoy so has been invaded by enormous lump that prevents him from getting his face all up in my face with any convenience.  He's gone over to Dave's lap for attention and never misses a chance to glare resentfully at me.  However, at night, he still sneaks between me and Dave to snuggle under my arm. 

Socks - Little to no change.  He makes do with less lap space and pretends he doesn't notice.  It's hard for him to pretend, though, when Squirt wants to "lap-share."  As the weather grows warmer, he spends less time on the lap anyway, as he has the heaviest coat in the house, and gets over-warm easily.

Squirt - Increased lap-time.  Perhaps this is due to her smaller size and having the thinnest coat.  Every so often, she'll rest a paw on my stomach, as though she's feeling for the kicking baby.  Can cats hear the heartbeat?  Or sense the hormone changes?

Psyche - What pregnancy?  Put some food in the bowl.