From earliest childhood I just wanted to grow up and be a mommy. By 13 or 14 I figured out that just wasn't going to happen and that was BY FAR the most painful part of being TS. (Don't even mention fathering a child - the idea was just revolting!) When I transitioned at 24 most of my friends were between 20 and 30 and everybody was having babies! Sometimes it was hard to be around my pregnant friends without getting sad but sometimes I could share in their joy. I never did go to a baby shower though I got many invitations - I just KNEW I wouldn't be able to hold it together at a shower. In time my friends came to realize why I didn't go to showers and stopped sending me invitations. I loved being auntie to my friends babies but sometimes the babies got wet (tears). It was a relief when my friends had finished with their families but now, in my 60s, it is the next generation of babies that bring up such conflicted feelings, the mixture of joy and sorrow.
It was actually the birth of my niece that pushed me over the edge in my early 20s. My sister and I were very close through her pregnancy and I was unwittingly living vicariously her pregnancy with her. The first time I held my niece, I was overwhelmed by a tidal wave of maternal feelings (to the point of letting down milk!) and in all the time with my infant niece I knew that ALL of the normal maternal feelings were there in spades! That is when I knew that I had to have surgery or die.
No jealousy, just a profound feeling of loss!