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

<passage>:
shouldn't get pregnant. But there's a first Major Banes looked at her and smiled a little. "How do you feel, she knew the pain wouldn't return for a few minutes The major looked nervously at his wristwatch. "Nearly an hour. You'll be all right." Alice Britton closed her eyes. Major Banes was all smiles and cheer now, but he hadn't been that way five months ago. She chuckled softly to herself as she thought of his blistering speech. "Lieutenant Britton, you're either careless or brainless I don't know which! Your husband may be the finest rocket jockey in the Space Service, but that doesn't give him the right to come blasting up here on a supply rocket just to get you pregnant!" Alice had said: "I'm sure the thought never entered his mind, doctor. I know it never entered mine." me before this? Of all the tom-fool—" His voice had died off in suppressed anger. "I didn't know," she had said stolidly. "You know my medical record." not equipped for obstetrics up here." you to subject yourself to eight gravities of acceleration in a rocket landing, you're daffy!" She hadn't thought of it before, but the major was right. The terrible pressure of a rocket landing would increase her effective body weight to nearly half a ton an adult human being couldn't take that sort of punishment for long, much less the tiny life that was growing within her. As Chief Radar Technician, she was important in the operation of the station. Her pregnancy had never made her uncomfortable the slow the hub she went, the less her weight became. According to the major, the baby was due sometime around the first of September. "Two hundred and eighty days," he had said. "Luckily, we can pinpoint it almost exactly. And at a maximum of half of Earth gravity, you shouldn't weigh more than seventy pounds then. You're to report to me at least once a week, Lieutenant." As the words went through her mind, another spasm of pain hit her, and no bigger than a twenty-two bullet, and it hadn't been traveling more than ten miles per second, but it had managed to punch its way through space. The depressurization hadn't hurt her too much, but the shock had been enough to start labor. The baby was going to come two months early. She relaxed a little more, waiting for the next pain. There was nothing to worry about she had absolute faith in the red-haired major. The major himself was not so sure. He sat in his office, massaging his fingertips and looking worriedly at the clock on the wall. The Chief Nurse at a nearby desk took off her glasses and looked at him "Incubator. We can't deliver a seven-month preemie without an on the next time around, it'll be five hours. She can't hold out that Major Banes was in the Communications Center a full five minutes needed. He handed it to the teletype operator and paced the floor impatiently as he waited for the answer. He turned and left through the heavy door. Each room of the space station was protected by airtight doors and individual heating units if some accident, such as a really large meteor hit, should release the air from one room, nearby rooms would be safe. Banes' next stop was the hospital ward. time, she said: "I'm doing fine, but you look as if you'd been through the mill. What's eating you?" He forced a nervous smile. "Nothing but the responsibility. You're She grinned. "Another Dr. Dafoe?" "Something on that order, I suppose. But it won't be all my glory. Colonel Gates, the O.B. man, was supposed to come up for the delivery husband is bringing him up." "Jim! Coming up here? Wonderful! But I'm afraid the colonel will be too late. This isn't going to last that long." kept wandering to his wristwatch, timing Alice's pain intervals. They were coming too close together to suit him. Banes sat on the edge of his desk, pounding a fist into the palm of his left hand. "Two hours. It isn't soon enough. She'll never hold out The Chief Nurse said: "Can't we build something that will do until the rocket gets here?" Banes looked at her, his face expressionless. "What would we build it out of? There's not a spare piece of equipment in the station. It costs money to ship material up here, you know. Anything not essential is left on the ground." recorded all the monitor pickups from the Earth radio stations, and it looks as though the Space Service has released the information to the public. Lieutenant Britton's husband was right when he said the whole She frowned. "That really puts you on the spot. If the baby dies, Banes slammed his fist to the desk. "Do you think I give a tinker's dam to go around having babies on a space station!" "It's all right, doctor. Shall I prepare the delivery room?" His laugh was hard and short. "Delivery room! I wish to Heaven we had The nurse left quietly. She knew Banes wasn't really angry at the Brittons it was simply his way of letting off steam to ease the tension within him. The slow, monotonous rotation of the second hand on the wall clock seemed to drag time grudgingly along with it. Banes wished he could smoke to calm his raw nerves, but it was strictly against regulations. Air was too precious to be used up by smoking. Every bit of air on board had had to be carried up in rockets when the station was built air fresh enough for breathing, but fire of any kind would overtax the system, leaving too little oxygen in the atmosphere. It was a few minutes of ten when he decided he'd better get back to than I do!" Again he tried to force a smile, but it didn't come off too well. "Nothing serious. I just want to make sure everything comes out all right." She smiled. "It will. You're all set. You ordered the instruments months ago. Or did you forget something?" That hit home, but he just grinned feebly. "I forgot to get somebody to boil water." "Whatever for?" Alice's hands grasped the sheet again, and Banes glanced at his watch. When the pain had ebbed away, he said: "We've got the delivery room all ready. It won't be much longer now." "I'll say it won't! How about the incubator?" There was a long pause. Finally, he said softly: "There isn't any incubator. I didn't take the possibility of a premature delivery into account. It's my fault. I've done what I could, though bringing one up. I—I think we'll be able to keep the child alive get hysterical! That's a good one! What about you? You're so nervous you couldn't sip water out of a bathtub without spilling it!" He blinked. "What do you mean?" thirty-four, and two men in spacesuits pushed a large, bulky package through the airlock. Major Peter Banes, haggard but smiling, met Captain Britton in the Banes nodded to Colonel Gates, then turned to Britton. "I don't know is doing fine, thank you." "You mean— already ?" The colonel said nothing, but he raised an eyebrow. "But—but—the incubator—" Banes' grin widened. "We'll put the baby in it, now that we've got it, weak humans from the terrible conditions of space. So all we had to do was close up one of the airtight rooms, sterilize it, warm it up, and put in extra oxygen from the emergency tanks. Young James is perfectly comfortable." "Excellent, Major!" said the colonel. "Don't thank me. It was Captain Britton's wife who—" But Captain Britton wasn't listening any more. He was headed toward his wife's room at top speed.

<question>:
Which is not a reason Major Banes does not feel prepared to deliver a baby?

<options>:
A He was not trained as a doctor
B It was a surprise when Lt. Britton went into labor
C His medical expertise was in other areas
D He did not think he had all the proper equipment

<answer>:

A