Can we paint over our emotions?

Our spare bedroom has been in flux for so long, I actually wonder if it will ever be used? The amazing thing about it, is it has transformed over the years with this journey, and it's getting prepared to transform again! Our house has 4 bedrooms. Cole has the second largest room, and the third room is a bedroom for when cole's GG comes to visit! The fourth bedroom has been in flux....it is a great second closet for me! It has great shelves for sheets and towels! About halfway through this journey, I decided that it was official, I would never have another child in this house. I got rid of all of the baby things, and decided since I have always wanted a red room, I would paint the fourth bedroom red! Not maroon, or a soft red. I painted it a blood, angry red. It was liberating, and a little fun. Then we started the adoption process, and there was hope for this room to house a baby. We decided we would start adoption looking to adopt a girl. We had Cole and we came up with a variety of reasons why this was going to be wonderful. And then I watched with emotional tears as the pink/mauve paint slowly began to cover my "red, full of rage, room" It looked great, and we set up the crib, and changing table, and began to wait for that exciting call. We waited, and waited, and waited. Soon, the room had a crib, which held my skirts, and things I didn't put in the closet anymore. We moved a small T.V. up in the room on the dresser, and a large exercise ball sat in the middle of the room. One day, helping my sister move, she had an old futon we took up in the room for comfortable T.V. watching. Our birthmom hadn't found out the sex of the baby until last week, and it's a boy! Another bouncing, energetic boy! BUT MY ROOM IS PINK! This fourth bedroom is getting ready for the new phase of the journey, and may soon be a great place for a new baby. The clutter is coming back out, and new paint is going up. What color now? And frankly, I can't wait to stand in the middle of that room, and paint it again, watching as the color on the walls, and in my life slowly transform. I'm taking the clothes out of the crib, and going to pray and hope the crib that has been set up for almost 2 years will be the perfect place for a new sleeping baby.