Haiku for the Ninth Month

Blossoms! Bubbles! Spring!
Everything here is popping
Except li'l old me

Children Are Blessings
Is a good mantra for moms
Who shop with toddlers

She'll seem so tiny
When she gets here; so huge now,
Perched on my bladder

God is quite witty.
How can I be so certain?
Sex first, then childbirth.

Pregnant brains don't work
Simple things become so hard
For example, counting the appropriate number of syllables in the last line of a Haiku is just more than I can bear at the moment....