So it looks like Sarah is, in fact, the mother of little Trig. And the soon to be grandma of, let’s call him, Media Shitstorm.

Across the valley from Wasilla, the ladies and gentlemen of the Netroots Nation are slogging it out over whether or not the Palin family’s twists, turns, and labor pains are any of our business.

Any of our business!!??!!

Come on. We haven’t had it this good since the days of Tad the Cad. Mom and daughter aren’t sleeping with the same guy this time. No, they’re just back-to-back preggers. They’ll be pumping side by side at the inauguration (if Bristol’s prone to early delivery like Sarah).

Women of 1964: this is our time. This is our moment. One of our own just gave a keynote speech at the DNC. She wore a knock out dress in front of 38 million viewers. Her daughters are hogging the mike and having sleepovers with Joe Biden’s granddaughters.

Meanwhile, another of our brood is juggling the stresses of every working mom. Bridges to nowhere. Troublesome brothers-in-law. The legacy of a remote state hobbled by corruption. Giving major speeches while holding in premature high-risk infants. Her oldest daughter is pregnant but not following the Juno model. Learning what the GOP’s foreign policy actually is and hiding your reaction to it. It’s a lot of work, being Sarah Palin.

Stay tuned.