[allentagerman]

It was another cold February day. Despite the low temperature, there wasn't any snow or nasty weather to accompany it through the rest of the week. Getting out of the taxi was no easy task for Allen. His gargantuan belly made it difficult to do just about everything these days. He was quite a site by the time he got himself vertical. He bought himself a 4XL winter jacket in an effort to have something that closes over his overinflated front, but sadly, he out grew the ability to do that just a few days ago. It really didn't matter anyway because the three little heaters inside him made it almost impossible for Allen to ever be cold. Allen's heavy waddle brought him inside and through the threshold of the door to the new midwifery he was looking at. He was really excited to meet Verna, who he spoke with on the phone. In reality, he was just happy he didn't have to take a chance with whatever hack was on call at the clinic when the time came to meet his children. As soon as he opened the door the receptionist shot a look that Allen got quite frequently, a look that basically says Wow, how are you still pregnant? or That can't be real. The receptionist realized she was starring and quickly switched her expression to a smile. "Hello, how can I help you?" I smiled back at her, "Allen Tagerman and the girls to see Verna for a check up today." She looked through her computer and found my appointment. "Please, have a seat Mr. Tagerman. She'll be right out to see you." I thanked the receptionist and waddled over to the only chair in the room without armrests. I was clearly to wide for the other seats.