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Amniotic fluid smells like tea. When I say this to Martin, he says, “I thought that was just tea.” There is a lot of amniotic fluid in Unit 3. At least three of us have had our waters broken that afternoon, and as evening approaches we sit draining into strips of unbleached cotton and watching each other, jealously, for signs of pain.

Pregnancy smelt like grass. Sort of. It certainly smelt of something growing; a distinctive and lovely smell that belongs to that family of grass, and ironed cotton, and asparagus pee. But the smell of tea is beginning to…

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