Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] Women may be against progress because it means new pseudo-widowhoods. Space-widowhood, for instance.... At last she was on the gangplank, entering the mouth of the spaceship—and nothing could ever stop her now. Not unless she broke down completely in front of all these hurrying, Moon-bound passengers, in plain sight of the scattered crowd which clustered on the other side of the space-field barriers. Even that possibility was denied her to touch her. it?" He hugged her. After a time he reached down and touched her swelling waist. It was like a benediction. "He'll be born on the Moon," he " She'll be born on the Moon," corrected Marcia, "and her name will be Sue, and ... and she'll be almost as good as her father." what she was doing to patch up their marriage. Avoiding It May Cost Your Life! Marcia McHenry stiffened. Had she read the sign aloud? She turned sudden urge to blurt out that she had no validation—not her own, purse. Then from the depths of her guilt came rebellion. It was going to be all right. She was doing the biggest thing she'd ever done, and After this—if this didn't work—there just would be nothing else she could do. She wasn't a scheming woman. No one would ever know how difficult it had been for her to think up the whole plan, to find register for the trip and take the physical for her. She'd had to lie to Nellie, to make Nellie think she was brave and adventurous, and that she was just doing it to surprise Jack. her lip. Silly ... Jack had said that—her fear of space was silly. silly ! It's been nineteen whole years since your father died in the explosion of a Moon-rocket. Rocket motors just don't explode any more, honey! Ships travel to the Moon and back on iron-clad, mathematical orbits that are figured before the ship puffs a jet—" "The ?" She'd said it viciously, to taunt him, and something in her had been pleased at the dull flush that rose to his face. Everyone knew about the Elsinore , the 500-foot Moon-ferry that almost missed the Moon. "That," he said bitterly, "was human damnfoolishness botching up the equations. Too many lobbyists have holdings on the Moon and don't want to risk not being able to go there in a hurry. So they haven't passed legislation to keep physically unfit people off spaceships. who never realizes that certain glandular conditions are fatal in free fall." Even now she distinctly recalled the beginnings of the interplanetary when he was about to leave her for it. And this time it was worse than the Moon or crashing into it. And of course you're not listening." "It's all so dull!" she had flared, and then, "How can I be interested She hadn't meant to be so cruel. Or so stupid. But when they were garble, something always went cold and furious and—lonely inside her, After he'd gone—for good, he said—her anger had sustained her for a few weeks. Then, bleakly, she knew she'd go to the ends of Earth for Jack. Or even to the Moon.... Sitting rigid in the tense stillness of a rocket ship that was about again! thought Marcia furiously and then all emotion left her but cold, ravening fear as the rumble heightened. She tried to close It looked the way she felt—flat and pale and devoid of life, with a she fought it, but it was too big and too soft. if she could push it out, push herself out, go back, back to Earth After that, there was scarcely room for thought—even for fear, though sleeplike ascent into space. Marcia very nearly forgot to breathe. She She didn't know how long she had been sitting there, awestruck, spellbound, when she realized that she had to finish the job she'd late ... she wished, suddenly, and for the very first time, that she'd pressed herself up out of the soft chair—it was difficult, because of Seeing the startled expression on the stewardess' face, Marcia realized she must be looking like a ghost. She put a hand to her cheek and found "Scared," said Marcia. "Why, what—is there to be scared of?" "I'm pregnant." "Well, that's no—You're what here , on my ship!" "I'm pregnant, Jack," she said. She put out a hand to ward him off. She couldn't bear the thought of his realizing what she had done while he had his arms around her. to speak up. "No, Jack. I knew weeks ago." a kindergarten child who knows she has the right answer. "I can ... try," he said hollowly. "But—why, why "And you were going to make me fight for you and the child—even if the Miss Eagen's breath hissed in. Her eyes grew bright and she shook her Another stiff silence. A question curled into Marcia's mind and she Marcia wet her lips. "I asked you a question before," she said evenly. "You did," said Sue Eagen. "Please don't." "And why not?" "Because," said Miss Eagen, and in that moment she looked almost as She sighed. "It's well known—even by you—that the free-fall condition has a weird effect on certain people. The human body is in an unprecedented situation in free fall. Biologically it has experienced delayed parachute jumps. But it isn't constituted to take hour after hour of fall." body's reactions to free-fall go much deeper than space-nausea and a mild feeling of panic. When there's a glandular imbalance of certain emergency is recognized by the reasoning part of the mind. There are sudden floods of adrenalin the 17-kesteroids begin spastic secretions the—well, it varies in individuals. But it's pretty well established that the results can be fatal. It kills men with prostate trouble—sometimes. It kills women in menopause—often. It kills women in the early stages of pregnancy— always ." "But how?" asked Marcia, interested in spite of her resentment. "Convulsions. A battle royal between a glandular-level panic and a violent and useless effort of the will to control the situation. Muscles tear, working against one another. Lungs rupture and air is forced into the blood-stream, causing embolism and death. Not everything is known about it, but I would guess that pregnant women are especially susceptible because their protective reflexes, through and through, are much more easily stimulated." because it's a life-and-death "But what?" Miss Eagen's composure seemed to have been blasted to and round while you're checking your position. Your fuel has to be calculated to the last ounce—because enough fuel for a Moon flight, with hours of fuelless free-fall, and enough fuel for a power spin and course corrections while spinning, are two very different things. Captain McHenry won't be able to maneuver to a landing on the Moon. He'll do it exactly right the first time, or not at all." Marcia was white and still. "I—I never—" once to check the speed of the ship, and once again to put the tail down when the Moon's gravity begins to draw us in. There'll be two short periods of free-fall there, but they won't be long enough to bother you much. And if we can do all that with the fuel we've got, it girl, and—even more so—of herself. She darted toward the door. "... human damnfoolishness botching up the equations...." He had said she seemed to be waiting. nothing for her to fear in it. she was falling, falling, and her lungs wanted to split, explode,

<question>:
Why was the woman afraid to be pregnant?

<options>:
A Her husband had left her
B Pregnant women always die during the trip to the moon
C She didn't want to be a mother
D Pregnant women sometimes die during the trip to the moon

<answer>:

B