This is about Boobs people

Well I know the guys are at least reading this sentence. This is about breastfeeding and the fever that goes over women when they debate it. I breastfed all 3 of my brats; still feeding Sophie whom I plan on accompanying to college nursing bra in tow. While I was pregnant with Aiden I was asked all the time whether or not I planned on nursing. Of course I wasn't going to, I wasn't too thrilled with the idea of raising a kid for the next 18 years let alone letting him suck what life was still left in my boobs after the pregnancy was through with them. I fully intended on stocking up on Similac and calling it a day until I heard nursing helps with weight loss and then my ears perked.
During the last month of my pregnancy I decided to give breastfeeding a 6 week chance. If I totally hated it I would quit and feel no guilt about it; I fully expected to hate it.
After Aiden was born I chickened out 3 times at the hospital when the nurses would come in offering their assistance. I screamed every time one of those La Leche crazies would knock and by the time I got home I was wondering if I'd ever get the nerve to endure one more bit of baby related pain and let him latch on. I finally did but not without fan fare. It took 3 people to get Aiden latched on and let me tell you that was the last time I was shy about my breasts. Picture it: Me sitting on the couch squirming with the anticipation of pain, Scott positioning my right chichi and Joy aiming a swaddled little boy at my nipple. You haven't lived until you've heard your mother tell your husband to flick your nipple to get it hard. Just saying.
After I got used to the ordeal and the pain went away I really began to see what the fuss was. I didn't fully bond with my baby until we started spending those precious moments together in complete silence. I didn't cry when Aiden was born and I started to worry that everyone was right and I was without a soul. I had watched a billion episodes of A Baby Story and those broads always cried when the nasty mucus covered baby was presented to them. When my moment came I simply asked them if it was over and wouldn't snuggle him til they dried him off and he appeared sanitized. Close your mouth ladies you can't tell me you didn't think it-I'm just tactless enough to say it. Anyhow, I thought maybe my mommy gene was broken until the first time Aiden looked up at me with those huge brown eyes while eating; then I knew I was done for.
The reason I'm sharing these boobie tales with you is because of recent reports of a certain idiot politician thinks Michele Obama was wrong to promote breastfeeding as the best way to feed your baby. This person thinks it is too much government interference to even say that nursing is better than formula and I think that's ridonkulous. I think it's great that the first lady is saying something about a normally taboo topic. Until Barak himself is handing me a breast pump I'm in full support of this particular venture from the first family. Breastfeeding is better, I'm sorry but everyone knows it's is. Why else would our bodies be built this way? I doubt that God made our boobs produce milk for those middle of the night cookies and milk hankerings. We were made to feed our children this liquid gold, but if a woman doesn't want to then that's her business. Every pregnant mother needs to make this decision for herself and whatever her decision is I am confidant that's the best for her. However, take it from this former anti nurser--at least give it a try because you may love it. On another note if you choose not to nurse and some crazy"breast is best" person makes you feel less than... Tell her to shove it.