I have a ravenous beast in my womb. I've already eaten a cheese omelet of four eggs, a fried bologna sandwich, two pickle spears, two big glasses of water, and now I'm eating a bowl of cereal. If this doesn't satiate the beast, I may have to devour my bag of carrots, which I was saving for stew tomorrow.
Squirmy kicks and demands, "FEED ME HOST! FEED ME NOW!!" And I just have to obey.