What Really Matters...

I had a completely different post ready to submit, but then last night, my perspective changed.  I had been freaking out over the nursery, the bedding, and everything else relating to the nursery. I had the perfect bedding picked out (Sweet JoJo Designs Bumblebee Designs) to incorporate my grandpa and my mom into the nursery and I was super excited about it. We ordered it before Thanksgiving and it took a really long time for it to arrive. However, once it arrived and I saw it, I was super bummed. The yellow around the quilt looked mint green and so did a few of the bumpers. How could this be? I called the company and they assured me it was the right set.  They asked me if I wanted to return it... I did plan on returning it, so I set out to look for another bumblebee set, but that turned out to be impossible. Who knew finding a bumblebee crib set could be so difficult?!

After a mini panic attack about not finding anything as meaningful or cute as our original set, I went on Facebook. At that moment, I saw a former coworker's post about the birth of her sweet baby boy, Phineas. You see, this coworker has struggled with infertility for three years, gave birth to twins at 24 weeks who passed away, and has been through hell and back several times. After I saw her baby, it hit me that it didn't matter if the nursery was perfect, or if the yellow was the exact color I dreamed of... what matters is that come April (maybe even earlier) is that I can hold our precious baby in our arms.  What matters is that I can kiss those chubby cheeks, cuddle his/her sweet body, and love him/her more than I ever imagined. 

After this wave of reality hit me, I laid down on the couch and listened to our sweet baby's heartbeat on the doppler.  Listening to the heartbeat was all I needed to remind me of the precious gift inside of me and it reminded me that none of the material stuff matters. As I went into the nursery to look at the crib bedding, all of a sudden it looked yellow. Yellow like I had pictured. Yellow like it was supposed to look. I brought the crib stuff into other parts of our house and it still looked yellow. I'm not sure what happened, but I think God had a special plan in this. I think He needed me to remember what's important and to let go of the materialistic things because in the end, none of the really matters.

On a completely different note, I am 25 weeks today and I have my 25 week ultrasound/glucose test tomorrow morning. Thank you for the continued prayers and for being such great friends. God bless all of you!

Until next time... God bless!