I almost didnt want to click on this topic, since I know it makes me cry. When I transitioned in the late 1990ies I was young and thought that I dont want to have kids anyways. Too much to live and do in life, no room for kids plus there is already overpopulation, so I didnt give it much of a thought - it would not have mattered anyways since there was not much I could change about that I cannot have kids. But as I gotten older and nearing the 40ies, I felt more and more the pain that this is not possible. My sister was similar - did not consider kids before but now she is about my age closing in on 40, she also was getting all "broody". Her advantage of course is that she can. She has a husband and the body that enables her to give birth. I held the little baby in my arms when he was just some weeks old and I had to really hold me back to not cry. I was happy for her of course, but I also was reminded of my barrenness. I know many other women share this issue, its good to know I am not alone in a way but it does not really take away the pain. I considered adoption but of course it would never be the same as to be pregnant with your own child.
Since i am not having a boyfriend or husband, I cannot really do this anyways now, for practical reasons - fulltime work and caring for a small kid is not great - for th ekid and for me - and also adoption is usually given only to people who have a good environment for the kid. A single woman who has a history of transsexuality is something that would rank rather low on the list of desired recipients for an adoption

So I dont know really how to have some part in that side of life. I can see my sisters baby boy grow up, thats certainly nice. I wondered sometimes if I can move to some place that has very close community where people care for each others children and that way when I am in granny-age I could maybe just be a bit like a granny then - at least that...
But now, it is really sad. I broke down in tears this year when I talked to a woman about the issue that many women feel unwomanly in this time and she was trying to get together a circle of women to celebrate femaleness again with stories and some activities. I told her that I cannot give birth though and she looked at me with a sad look and took my hand , asking me if I can be sure. I told her that I am 100% sure and totally cried right there. It was a bit embarrasing but also relieving - so I guess to talk about this to other women may actually help with the pain - almost every woman will understand the pain of being infertile and give you the empathy.