As the biggest sporting event kicks-off in Russia, I can’t help but think about the 2014 World Cup in Brazil and the important milestone it introduced in my life. My husband and I had the fortunate opportunity to travel to Salvador, Brazil for the 2014 World Cup to cheer on some of our favorite teams (for me it was Germany and the Netherlands) in hopes of being crowned the world champ.
Prior to leaving for Brazil we were trying to get pregnant. After suffering a miscarriage in September of 2013, I had painfully tried to get pregnant for months. I was extremely discouraged and decided that we would stopped trying and pick it back up when we returned from our overseas adventure. I didn’t want my time during this once-in-a-lifetime moment to be filled with the constant need to obsess about the fact that my body was not cooperating. I was leaving it to the universe to decide.
After a series of exhausting flights and encounters with futbol fans from all over the world, we had made it to our destination. This coastal town was nothing like I had seen before. With beautiful views, a strong atmosphere of Brazilian pride (Neymar!!), and historical vibrancy, I felt beyond grateful for the opportunity to spend time with my husband at such a cherished event.
Along with it’s cultural richness, Brazil plagued me with the toughest bout of food poisoning/Montezuma’s Revenge I had ever experienced in my life. Now, there are number of things that could have caused this mishap, and I won’t get into the particulars, but let’s just say, it was ROUGH. I spent the Germany vs. Portugal match (way to go Germany!) huddled over the front of my stadium seat with a souvenir bag in hand. Shout out the Brazilian staff person who spoke only Portuguese, who continued to check on me. We couldn’t understand each other, but she was a life saver.
Once I made it through roughly 48 hours of pure “horror,” I was back on my feet and thought nothing of it until we returned home. We had been home for not even 24 hours when I realized, I had missed my period and quite honestly forgot about it. I was so focused on travelling and recovering that the pressures of trying to get pregnant had disappeared.
I remember going to the bathroom and peeing on a pregnancy stick, anticipating it would come back negative. I sat it down, turned on the timer, and went back to what I was doing around the house. When I heard the timer go off I casually walked over to the test. When I picked it up and it started flashing the word “PREGNANT;” I couldn’t believe it! Well, of course after that I took three more tests and they all came back positive. I can’t quite explain the feelings I had as I waited patiently for my husband to get home, so I could tell him the news.
Now you might be wondering why pregnancy and the World Cup go together for me. To start, I made a pledge to stop obsessing before my trip. I gave into the power of timing and fate, which is something I’m naturally terrible at doing, and it produced my desire. The World Cup helped me disengage from the negative space in the forefront of my mind. Secondly, I did in fact have food poisoning, but the little life growing inside of me, heightened that experience. He keeps me on my toes to this day. Finally, when I think about the World Cup, I will not only think about the time I had a Brazil, but the fact that I was carrying around my miracle.
The World Cup is a big deal in my house for many reasons, but for me, it’s because I was at the beginning stages of carrying life; my baby boy.