i-ro-ny  
-noun: 
-The use of words to convey a meaning that is the opposite of its literal meaning
-Incongruity between what might be expected and what actually occurs

When I was in college, the song "Ironic" by Alanis Morissette was popular.  The song was good enough, I guess, for the grunge-inspired '90s.  But the lyrics in the song always bothered me...they weren't ironic at all -- just things that sucked:
"A black fly in your Chardonnay...rain on your wedding day/a free ride when you've already paid/the good advice that you just didn't take"   

Maybe I'm missing something, but I just don't see the irony.

My second son is two months old.  Like his brother, he is a big spitter-upper.  His brother's spit up was so voluminous, I was inspired to invent the BurpieBlocker baby burp cloth.  And today, the irony is not lost on me that I own a burp cloth company and yet I have spit up on me every day.  Yes, every day.

You can never have too many burp cloths.  You always need one when there are none to be found.  Big ones, little ones, fancy ones, plain ones.  My advice to any mommy out there is get at least two dozen.  Trust me, you will need them.

And to all the moms out there who are blessed with a baby who keeps his or her milk down, rejoice!  I think you are in the minority.

There are lots of ironies in new mommyhood...the one time he naps all afternoon is the only day you made plans...you're home all day yet still get nothing done...you're feeling well rested since you got a whopping three hours of sleep...the biggest accomplishment of the week is a day that included a shower, blow drying of hair, and not dressing in sweats.

And as humbling and ironic as motherhood is, I wouldn't trade it.  Not or all the burp cloths ever made, not for Alanis Morisette's Grammy Awards, not for eight hours of uninterrupted sleep.  Not for anything.