At least, you thought to yourself, I now had peace of mind, knowing that my wives were all fine— their pregnancies were going just as you expected them to:

-Herta didn't know when she'd bring those twins into the world, but Nicodemus said she'd have them anywhere from 2 to 5 months from this day.
-Cattleya would have 23-25 weeks left to bring some kittens.
-Gerty would have 28-32 weeks left to bring at least one more Holy Knight into this world.
-Ruby Rose would have 32-34 weeks left to bring at least one schemer into this world.
-Bertha would have 34-36 weeks left to bring at least one Warrior into this world.
-Mel was sure that she'd bring another fae into this world the same week Bertha would, but the doctor said that it wasn't a certainty.

"That doesn't seem wholly accurate." You said.

"It's merely a rough estimation," Nicodemus coughed in a wing, "This is not a wholly accurate subject in this day and age, hoo-hoo! The road to medical innovation and precision is filled with uncertainty, but it'll be worth it in the end. The artifact I've purchased has already done wonders even now!"

"Right." You say neutrally.

Most of your wives had their check-ups without issue, but there were two which were of note— the first was with Cattleya, your catgirl unwillingly intimidating the harpy nurses.

"A Feligyptian? Not a bad choice, hoo-hoo." Nicodemus smiled as you brought in Cattleya. "Not exactly my cup of tea, however. But! That is no reason to ignore the rich history between catfolk and harpies! There was once an alliance between the harpy city-states and the Purrsian Pharaoh, long before the Atlanteans and Westphalians decided to betray us at our weakest points." He laments. "If such an alliance didn't dilute over time, then we harpies might've been spared the Atlantean conquest and been happier with our feline friends."

"Your own wives don't seem to agree." You noted. You're not really sure if 'Purrsian Pharaoh' was some sort of joke.

"Technicalities. Mere technicalities!" He chuckled again.

"Wot's the news with me being up the spout?" Your Cat meowed, not really caring about the doctor's rambling. "Are my kittens gonna pop out alroight?"

"That reminds me of the time I visited Feligypt." The doctor, continuing on his rambling, stared at nothing in particular. "Now, was it more than a decade ago? Perhaps-"

"Hey, Nick, if you could just answer Catty's question..." You said, gaining the gratitude of your catgirl.

"Yes, yes, there's no need to worry. Feligyptian catgirls are sturdy and well-formed enough to safely bear many children at once." He reassured you. "As I recall, there was a Feligyptian catgirl that had 50 children."

"You bloody wot, mate?" Cattleya blinked a little in disbelief.