The first time I had any real awareness of my uterus was in pregnancy. It wasn’t just that suddenly my doctor was poking and prodding at it, and placing a measuring tape across it to determine my baby’s growth. It was—how to say this—the orgasms. Toward the end of my pregnancy, every orgasm would make my uterus tense up. I’d feel …
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