It has been four months since I arrived in Nairobi, and somehow, the city has folded me into its rhythm so gently, I hardly notice the days passing.

Maybe it’s the way mornings here feel kinder, warmer, even when the sun rises early and bright.

Or maybe it’s simply that this is the first place in a long, long while where my heart feels… steady.

My hand rests on my belly, rounder now, fuller.

Three little heartbeats thrum beneath my palm, three little feet that seem determined to kick at ...