Boo boo regret

There has been a lot of talk around town recently about boo boos (thats what the kids call them, but if you prefer, ta-tas, the girls, whatever floats your boat).  First the magazine cover that had mom in heels nursing her older son, then hearing another adoptive mom who just gave birth to a biologial child who is now nursing both, then chatter at work with a new grandma about her daughter's first nursing experience, then my cousin's wife enduring breast cancer.  So needless to say, the boo boos have been on my mind a lot lately and I think I am having a moment of boo boo regret.  God obviously gave women them to nurse and closely bond with their children, not as the sexualized object they have become.  I had heard stories about adoptive mothers breastfeeding their adopted children, but always assumed they had a biological child that started the process or had taken a bunch of hormone messing drugs to produce milk which I was unwilling to do.  As it turns out, a woman's body is AMAZING, and without pregnancy, can actually induce lactation using a pump or just by the principal of supply and demand!  Holy crap!  Why didn't someone tell me this earlier?  While i don't ever imagine myself mourning never being pregnant, I do mourn not being able to nurse my boys.  I think there would have been an initial leap of faith phase (especially as I imagine if hubby had walked into the room the reaction would have probably been, "ahh, what are you DOING!!"), but after that leap, it would have been natural.  I would be lying if I said I never thought about it when they were snuggle up close, but I always dismissed that instinct and told myself, "no, I can't do that...." thinking, would they be frustrated if nothing came out and just push away (ah rejection)? could they hurt me (self preservation)?  Either way, I never made that leap and the ship has sailed....sigh