Wow..or not

I haven't posted for almost two days, wow.
Thing I learned this week:
I think I talk about Jessica a lot. Really, a lot. But that's what I do when I obsess over something. I talk and talk and talk..(you get the picture)
Problem is this seems to make people uncomfortable, friends, acquaintances, people I just met, ..family.
I start talking in everyday conversation, like there is nothing unusual about it. People tend to then look down at the ground. It's a little weird. Then pause. Awkward silence.
But so what?
Why shouldn't I talk? I WAS pregnant. I DID have a baby girl. Why CAN'T I talk about it?
She existed damnit! This was not just a dream.
So oh well. YOU may be uncomfortable. But I GET to talk about it. If you feel uncomfortable, that is your problem.
I like talking about her. I like telling people what happened. I like re-telling the memories of my perfect pregnancy. I do. I like talking about all the dreams I had for her. That is what moms do: TALK about their children. So why is this any different? I kind of like it when they get sad because, in a way, they are acknowledging her life. And that makes me happy. Yes, I said happy. Sure, I still cry. Maybe even every day, but most of the time it is for a few moments, and then they pass.
So if you see me on the street with the cloud over my head, better back away, or else, you'll get an earful of happy, sad, joyful and peaceful times.
I don't care. I'm just going to talk. It's my new prerogative.

edit:yes, I really took this quiz and this is how it came back. I thought it was fitting for this post:

I'm terza rima, and I talk and smile. Where others lock their rhymes and thoughts away I let mine out, and chatter all the while. I'm rarely on my own - a wasted day Is any day that's spent without a friend, With nothing much to do or hear or say. I like to be with people, and depend On company for being entertained; Which seems a good solution, in the end. What Poetry Form Are You?