In the beginning, motherhood was a secret. For one whole day after that second blue line appeared on the pregnancy test, I carried that secret around like a treasure. I had every intention of telling my not-quite husband, but he was an eight-hour time zone away. With such news, I could have justified calling him in the middle of the night. But I waited. I wanted to. For one whole day, motherhood was mine alone. When we were expecting our second, I realized just how good I was