When I got pregnant for the first time I unintentionally started a little tradition of how I would inform Miles I was pregnant. The morning I got a positive test, I was so excited and Miles had already left for work so I had no choice but to just sit with the information all day and during that time I came up with how I wanted to tell him. I wanted it to be in special and memorable way, and I wanted Miles to be the first person I told. Well, Roscoe has always been the very first to know, but he's a good secret keeper.
With Cale, I let Roscoe do the honors when Miles came home from work:
With Finn, I got up early, took the test, and then went and made Miles a little breakfast in bed:
With my third pregnancy, I decided to write on our bellies and Finn and I would share the news together. We had just eaten a large dinner of chicken parm and Miles went to get the bath ready for Finn. While he was doing this, I took a crayola marker to our stomachs and then as Finn and I walked into the bathroom I said "let's go show daddy what's in our belly's":
It worked. Miles was shocked. I believe his reaction was "no way!" and it created a happy little memory of a far too brief pregnancy.
So this most recent time when I learned I was pregnant I really had no clue how to tell Miles. I had used up all my clever ways, but still wanted to stick with tradition and 1. come up with something special and 2. inform Miles before anyone else (ie my sister). So, I kinda cheated and just decided to reuse the same idea as last time. I had tested that morning and planned to tell him when he got home from work, only he came home a little early to grab Finn and I and head out the door to meet some people from work for dinner. So I decided to just wait until we got home (it's hard sitting through a meal with that kind of news on your mind). When we got home, I quickly wrote on Finn's belly when Miles wasn't around and let him discover it when he went to change Finn into pajamas. I made sure to be in the room to see his reaction. As soon as he lifted Finn's shirt and saw "grilled cheese" he turned to me with big optimistic eyes and smiled and lifted up my shirt which revealed "baby."
Even though it was a repeat way of telling him, it was still special and his reaction, knowing what the writing on the belly indicated, was really priceless. I made him and Roscoe get in on the action too and these pictures ended up being the way we shared the news with family a few months later: