touch: my love language?

I've always thought that touch was one of my love languages and though I still do I'm beginning to rethink it as the last few days I have felt overly touched by a certain 2 year old. Don't get me wrong, I love the boy and I love when he wants to come and snuggle next to me but after hours upon hours of pulling on my arm anytime I sit down and the constant running and jumping into me, I've begun to feel that my touch quota has been far over reached. Anyone else ever feel this way? Although, I must admit I would love it if my husband came home early tonight and decided he wanted to give me a good foot rub (on my hugely swollen feet and ankles).