So you can learn from our mistakes!
I have never been so cross with myself as I was the first week I was in Sweden. At 8 months pregnant, I moved myself to Sweden ahead of my husband so as to be here if the baby decided to come early. I was ready to give birth, I had my notepad full of the Swedish words I might need to shout at a midwife. Bag ready, info ready.
It was July.
In London, I had been swimming as often as I could manage it. It was a really hot summer in both countries and swimming was a way to cool down and stretch out. Without a car (or husband who might have known better than I did), I persuaded my mother to help me work out how to go by bus and to go swimming with me. If you've been here a while, you'll be thinking...July, so...one of Sweden's many many wonderful beaches then.
I hadn't been here a while.
Firstly, our local bus only runs once an hour in the middle of the summer. We discovered that while standing at the stop. For 40 minutes. In the heat. Pregnant. We did, at least, manage to have travel cards or we wouldn't have gone anywhere at all. No cash for bus tickets here.
Not to worry I thought. I can go to the loo when we get to the pool.
Swimming pools in Sweden are often closed during the summer holiday weeks.
I know that now. I didn't then. Another 40 minute wait to get the bus back home and a very, very cross, frazzled pregnant woman (who desperately needed the loo!) had spent nearly 2 hours in total, getting nowhere except hotter. And my mother who was grumbling about why I had moved at all.
One call to my husband later: "Why did you go to the swimming pool in the middle of the holidays? It will be closed..."