I found out I was pregnant at 22, living in a 625-square-foot apartment. I became a mom before I felt like I had anything figured out.
My first pregnancy was nothing like I expected it to be. I was working full-time, moved back in with my mom, and left the man I thought I would end up marrying. In the beginning, I felt everything you’d expect—excited, scared, stressed, and a little nauseous. I had this picture in my head of what pregnancy would look like. I thought I’d be sharing the news with everyone, planning a baby shower, and feeling loved and supported every step of the way.
But the reality was the complete opposite.
I was working extra hours just to make ends meet. There wasn’t much excitement or support around me, and I felt incredibly alone. The life I had before didn’t seem to fit anymore, my relationships felt distant, and even the people I thought would be there weren’t. I quickly realized that pregnancy could be just as isolating as it was beautiful. I was already scared—but being alone made it so much harder.
It felt like I was just trying to survive that season of my life.
But everything started to change when I met my now partner and found out I was pregnant again shortly after having my daughter. I told myself this time would be different—and I would be different.
By then, I wasn’t just learning how to be pregnant—I was learning how to take care of myself, too. I became more aware of my mental health, my needs, and the kind of life I wanted to create for my family. I started reading again, reconnecting with the people who truly cared about me, and allowing myself to have a support system. For the first time, I let myself have a village.
My partner, Will, has been an incredible support through it all—helping with our daughter, showing up for me in ways I didn’t know I needed, and making sure I had the rest and care I deserved.
Recently, we moved to the Pittsburgh area, and for the first time, I have a home to truly make my own. That’s when the idea for this space really came to life.
I realized there are so many moms out there who are in the same place I once was—feeling overwhelmed, stretched thin, and trying to figure everything out on their own. They deserve to feel seen. They deserve support. And they deserve to know they’re not alone.
That’s why I created Mother’s Hearth.
This is a space for moms who want to build a warm, cozy home without overspending. A place for simple, budget-friendly meals, realistic home ideas, and honest moments of motherhood. I’ve learned how to stretch meals, create comfort with what we already have, and slow down enough to actually enjoy this season of life—and I want to share that with you.
Because creating a home you’re proud of and a life that brings you peace doesn’t have to be complicated or expensive. It just has to be real.
If you’re here, I want you to know—you’re not alone. We’re building something meaningful together. It takes a village, and I’m so glad you’re here 🤍
Mothers Hearth 