I thought I had prepared for everything postpartum—therapy, a doula, honest conversations with my doctor, even symptom checklists on the fridge. But nine months in, I’ve realized how much no one talks about: the anxiety that sneaks in sideways, the unexpected rage, the strange grief, and even the lingering postpartum stink. This is my honest reflection on what I didn’t see coming, how I coped, and what I’m still learning.